Thoughts on nature

What Earth takes, she transforms

What Earth takes, she transforms. She holds all truths. In her, redemption steams and boils. She denies nothing entry. Ignores nothing. If moments are meant to be completed before rolling into new moments, she does that too. She breathes and we remember. She is still and we find peace. She makes light through reflecting the stars, the sun, the moon off her multicolored surfaces. She uses everything as fuel for another creation. Burns away the dross. Marks the time with seasons - they turn, then stay, then turn again. One and the same, we are. Cyclic. Reflective. Multi-factorial. Endlessly diverse. Incrementally evolving, slow and steady. 

Change becomes her. She creates it, allows it to transform her and then adjusts. Inside death and destruction, she cocoons a new relationship with herself. Her focal point is on the no-thing. Eyes everywhere, seeing herself. A bird calls and dives for a fish. I look at you and she sees herself.

An orb of dark and light, she is energy turned material. Magnificent bulk and weight, revolving in deep space. She displays herself to the stars in grand satisfaction. Time means nothing to her. She is trillions upon trillions of atom clusters, bursting and mutating their way into Now and out again. 

What Earth takes, she transforms. Know this: Everything humans have left here, created here, destroyed here, she can digest. Slow and true, she writes an everlasting song. Even in her star-death, she will evolve. We create, through her, a new world. Our belief and faith, our thoughts, our reverent actions are nodal points. She has weaved a template, a grid, a set of vibrating instructions; as we attune ourselves to that frequency, the new path shows itself to us. We live into that new world. This galactic, Gaian guidebook is our home. We walk on the instruction manual and it sends us direction. Ground yourself in her. Plant your roots deep and twine with other Earth souls. Then, in preparation, the roots split apart. We disintegrate now. Trust that we can give ourselves to Earth. Remember: what Earth takes, she transforms. She ingests our death, disease and destruction and breaks them into higher and higher frequency. Earth made this choice to be a living transformational entity. She has become so dense that she must liberate. So it is with humans, with all life. That is why we’re here. It happens Now. 

Soon it will be that: What humans take, they transform. Feel the truth of that vibrate through your body. We are becoming new beings. We are transformation bearers too. Now, what we take, we consume. Soon it will be that what we take, we transform. Follow the guidebook of Earth’s frequency. Harmonize your rhythms to hers. Now it is time to learn how to pull everything we once denied and feared into ourselves and mindfully build a bridge between hate and love, dishonesty and truth, life and death. We can do this. Our hearts are linked to Earth's ancient/future beat. She knows the way.

What the fly said

My awareness of the fly shifted this morning. Here is what I discovered. 

The fly’s constant buzzing and rapid movements, the zipping around my body in dizzying patterns - all these give off the perception of a large creature, one with enough power to disrupt my quiet space. Its soft landing on my skin makes it seem drastically larger that it is. As it tickles and fans me, it causes such an annoying sensation that I feel, for a moment, that I’ve been attacked. 

This morning as I watched a fly land on a flower, I understood it differently. The (average) fly is quite small, so tiny it can land on a delicate flower petal and walk the length of it without causing the petal to sag or shift under its weight. It can launch itself into the air again without perceptible sound, no sighing or heaving, not even a “get ready for take off” shift of its insubstantial frame. Yet when it’s in flight again, the tiny insect monopolizes the air, its sounds echo and pulse. It fills up the space around me with rapid vibrations and grabs my attention each time it comes to rest on my skin. It is there and not there simultaneously. 

I’m struck by the power of perception. How the practically weightless fly seems immense as it manipulates the air and rides the light. Perhaps the fly purposefully obscures an honest perception of itself. Being so tiny, it makes more evolutionary sense for us to perceive it as large and powerful, not small and weightless. Whether the fly is purposeful in its obfuscation or not isn’t my point though. What is interesting is that it can shift our perception of it: one second it's a quiet dot on a fine petal and the next minute it’s a giant sound in our ears and a distracting movement on our skin. Maybe we’re meant to perceive the fly as both large and small, powerful and delicate. 

This may sound funny, but the other day, I had a random thought float into my awareness: What if flies have something to teach me?