a sketch:
what does it mean to be a vibrant stone? not stone-like, or stoic, but vibrant? or stone-like, stoic, and vibrant?
(chinese) scholar's rock.
what does it mean to witness the whole world inside yourself? infinite landscapes are contained within the inner life. i saw time roll by as clouds hovering above an expansive desert. i imagined the ground as particles of fine red dust, but when i opened my eyes i saw the minuscule gravel of the rooftop floor; and my world changed. then, i was an alien ship slowly lowering my ramp door, waiting to discover an unknown, terrestrial plain.
when i am flowing i am cast in a perfect balance between romance and logic. neither is too fanciful or unfeeling - it is perfect; i am whole. i am one with everything that has ever existed, that i have ever known.
i am sent back to who i was 5 lifetimes ago. i am caught in a sea breeze, sitting on warm sand by the shore. i am a child, or somewhere in between. i am younger than i am now, but i will always be younger than i feel in the moment. something is always very familiar to me. i can't put my finger on what. but it feels like home. something is always drawing me toward what home is supposed to feel like.
does there exist a "home" to which to return on a damaged and compromised earth? to find the balance between the ancient knowledges and new truths - is that the mission of life? what more can there be than to honor the past and find beautiful ways forward? and acknowledge the present moment, always. to notice it before it's gone, and then let it go.
