Particles & fountain of arousal
“Each Monday morning, fellows gather for SEED SOURCING: a shared "storytelling" practice. In the fictional, parallel plane of this story-space, the familiar social and physical laws are suspended. Each fellow is invited to speak from the most direct contact with their inner world - offering story, vision, image, or language that arises from the deeper current beneath surface experience. The practice is oriented toward the sourcing of the seed: that initial pulse of freedom, imagination, desire and possibility from which creation emerges.”
PARTICLES
Particles of stardust
Particles of myth
Particles of ocean
Particles of stone
Particles of dinosaurs
Particles of microbes
Particles of primates
Particles of chickens
Particles of banana’s
Particles of plastic
Particles of child
Particles of sperm
Particles of blood
Particles of womb
Particles of milk
Particles of mothers
Particles of fathers
Particles of strangers
Particles of sweat
Particles of tears
Particles of song
Particles of remembering
Particles of forgetting
How does one express as self
When one is many I’s
I am not one
I am a constellation
I am a thousand vanished lives
I am a future feast
For worms, for life, for memory.
Photorights Nele Daems
He! how about…
okay, never mind.
Or yeah, well. Just.
Have I mentioned? No, but I should.
What, like now?
Uh-huh.
Or not?
I’m used to it…
Well, am I? Does it really not hurt?
Does it not hurt anymore?
The pile warming at my feet.
No.
It doesn’t.
Okay. Well then, go ahead.
Be yourself. Be weird and crazy.
Be off the hook.
Be glorious,
gloriously crazy.
No shame.
No hiding.
Come out, come out
done disappearing.
But hey, weird girl,
Are you thinking about showing your desire?
To be crazy is one thing,
but to desire, openly
that is crazy.
You know most people aren’t very comfortable with desire…
Let alone sensuous desire.
Let alone eco-romance.
Let alone having landscape lovers.
Don’t do it.
People won’t understand.
Okay, maybe.
There is a question first.
Here is the question:
Have you ever looked at a horse?
Like, been in the presence of a horse and felt nothing?
If the answer is yes,
then you clearly have no idea.
And I’ll pray for you.
If you’ve never felt the lovemaking of wind on naked skin,
I’ll pray for you.
If you’ve never felt stones pressing their memory into your bones,
or the river teaching you to shiver.
I’ll pray for you.
If you’ve never known a love that smells like wet moss and tastes like salt,
meadows bathed in silver and dew,
if you don’t hear how every corner hums,
like a choir vibrating in your chest.
If you’ve never walked in the shadow of owl’s wings,
wrapping your soul,
lifting your body back to the earth…
If you are looking for enlightenment,
turn to the fountain of arousal.
You are invited to drink it all,
to let the world slide down your throat.
If this you have not tasted,
then I’ll pray for you.
