Calm marvel becomes me…

By tdf, April 22, 2023

For many years I have been drawn to the elements here on Earth.

Thunder, lightning, flash floods, hurricanes,

drawn to the waves ever more as I have grown older,

to find the humanity of my own mind, left behind on the shoreline,

along with the rest of our flock,

as I float and sway and dive deep into the ocean,

ease away from the world of words and become in every sense…

calm marvel.

As the lunar orchestrated tides flow through and around me,

sending me hither, thither…

I am the best possible version of my existence in those moments,

no words, no ego, no need, no pain,

just solace,

amazement at the incredible gift of existence…

Every step I take from the depths of the ocean,

is tinged with vague sadness,

for I find the words flowing again,

the need to describe to react to plot to examine to meet or challenge with bare chested wannabe tarzan defiance…

the rules of our human realm.

And then I get back to the land and all that is awful,

fake,

a steadfast of all focus on showing an artifice,

I become an entirely different cretin,

unable to play nice,

prone to howl and fang….

wild thoughts of the Fremen and Muad‘Dib,

no purchase found beyond my dreams,

which matter and mean,

yet back in the other wakeful realm,

I seek those either reflecting the horror of that realm,

or aiming for beyond…

I adore Keny Arkana,

She has zero interest in playing on her femininity,

she is a mega howl of how we are in essence of otherworldy realms.

Drawn to a melting pot proper of refugees carnival of chaos.

unflinching,

moving past the idea of mere reflection,

she yearns to heal help draw towards her zeal,

the FIGHT…for LIBERTY…

She is pure in her art.

When I return to the land and find Keny Arkana,

I could be more keen of fighting,

not the widely accepted and self promoted as a badge of moral high groundery good,

but some fight…

absent of Keny near and wild,

I too quickly ugly chrysalis,

weave woven wildling,

to become a monster…..

And yet,

some humans ard more leaning between the frontiers of the wilderness,

and artifice of life the many of us call existence…

speaking in moron script,

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I am more interested in the seagulls who always suround me,

their heads quizzical turned dog style,

not sure what I am….

yet believing I am more of their world than the humans.