“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” (Albert Camus)
I love Redwoods almost as much as I love poetry. This video poem combines the two.
“Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” (Rumi)
So often, the hardest part is accepting meaning and connection.
“I am not a clockmaker. I am interested in getting to time in its unstructured existence. In other words, I am interested in how this wild beast lives in the jungle — not in the zoo.” (Morton Feldman)
And, this is wandering pronouncement of poetry. These points, so many of these are the most common ways I fall into awe. As a child, some of these ideas would make me cry, feeling so huge and true, and the idea of something being completely and wholly true, in the body, was simply overwhelming–endlessly falling through space. The crushing monolith of it all, horrifying and beautiful.