Got Chaos?
Herbs are for us the ones that find that we were not looked after, the ones that ran free and got caught in snares. We learn that the earth itself is designed to be the temporary carer of us. Perhaps you find that you too are of this fabric woven of weeds and dirt and stitched with sinew of sun and rain.
Got chaos ? End the math !
200 billion years after the Big Bang, radiant hydrogen and helium coalesced to create our elements. Mountains were born and thrown through space, a galactic molten spawn strewn to bedrock heaped high, flooded, frozen and finally worn by air and gravity alone. Enter math. Math will find a formula to cage this creative and weathering dynamic of forces. Math will fruitlessly attempt to upstage the longing with logic. But longing will call forth consciousness beyond the body, reviving, to surviving, being, everywhere. All who experience deep loss find that love and consciousness are connected with energy that is as viable as the energy in our outlets. Simply and always, we either circle or move closer to technologically knowing what the monks have always known.
Finally beautiful, the thing we see and long to be, finally a pathway strewn with galactic rubble, a path where we find comfort in the randomness and via chaos, fruitful escape from our need, constant and neurotic - structure, control and order, at times a desire that imprisons minds that wrestle to differentiate, to bundle. Only when we meet the uncategorized and walk the beaten pathway thru the chaos as the dying grows beneath our feet and nourishes all we have lived and are and will make to future fruition, then we know the grandeur the phenomenal the truly awe making that is reality, chaos, death, a swirling without confines a gathering of energy and there we find our lost ones they have gone there for rest and found it, found what human life has not provided - heaven - chaos - infinitude - no control - not difficult, not tortured, but peace.
And so the woods, they accept you and you will feel the good company.
These unruled untamable crooked the forces that run free and with abandon, hope, despair, into unknown directions, we do not name them but feel and hear. This wildness we know will in turn end our performance and disappear it into remembrance. Call it dualism cut its heart out and call it materialism, call it mind body soul, bundle things in their places as we may. But all in time will fade into mystical remembrance, a cord to eternity, the path across a fissure. It is all immaterial magic; we may make place for it in our alphabet, but all is one and everywhere.
all is one and everywhere
The woods are for wild peace, infinity and chaos. The woods are not to be moved or cultivated for my benefit or anyone’s expertise or ownership, the land comes first, we are after. Reparations to all the mothers, and mindful of the destruction to health and land by big farming practices. I will cultivate for foraging, putting back in spades if it is not serving the earth it is not being. Land not to tame you, if it does not support your chaos it doesn’t support the magic. The chaos is the ultimate face of nature, where we can see that our shared powerlessness has the last word, is the wild card, and supports us to thrive in the now. And the sky pours through.
And the sky pours through
