Forest talking
The forest I am digging into starts 'haunting my dreams', literally. This morning (noon, actually) I woke with the feeling of words being said close to me in a deep and passionate voice:
"...those with glassy eyes, what do they know about squeezing the ground, sucking the soil, holding the sky? Strain is the price of our being alive. They think we are fluff because they feel happy dancing around us. Do they know a human would go mad after 5 minutes of being a tree..."
And on, and on, something like
'..if you are looking for the boundary where life meets death seek no further. We are where life carries its own end within and death is springing with life, with the universe of invisible creatures constantly processing us both ways..." (I guess, whatever it was it meant fungi and bacteriae)
Brain does not take hours off. Which is really a blessing.
And - somehow I 'know' that when a tree falls they say - It could hold the sky no more.
"...those with glassy eyes, what do they know about squeezing the ground, sucking the soil, holding the sky? Strain is the price of our being alive. They think we are fluff because they feel happy dancing around us. Do they know a human would go mad after 5 minutes of being a tree..."
And on, and on, something like
'..if you are looking for the boundary where life meets death seek no further. We are where life carries its own end within and death is springing with life, with the universe of invisible creatures constantly processing us both ways..." (I guess, whatever it was it meant fungi and bacteriae)
Brain does not take hours off. Which is really a blessing.
And - somehow I 'know' that when a tree falls they say - It could hold the sky no more.