SOC Writing _ 26.7.21

Root stock

Took stock of my life – took a roost stock and planted it – 22 tress to a small area – far too much my judgment said. But I will plant them if I can find enough dead things to plant beneath them – search for possum and rabbit – fish remains and road kill. I will plant a forest of food and a place of fecund glory where all may bask in sunlight and harvest the fruit of Te Rā. Obviously there is nothing of my doing – I’m just an agent – one who with clearer mind offers service to the world that was here far before me. Offer a hand to what now is asking for one – I alone am just skin and bones – flesh and muscle – I am not alone. You are not alone. Together we muse around life – find a story or a joke to share – and give ear to what wants to be answered – said – not questioned She does not want to be, need to hear your questions – just humility. And then – and then it’s not your show anyway – you have become part of a much more ancient knowing – a mind that is like a hive but even more galactic than this – of star mind – of plant. Plant yourself before this great knowing and be schooled - taken in and exhausted you are from all your wild machination. The world will turn and burn and you still won’t get the answer you seek – you must drop every ball and come to a complete stillness – wonder and marvel at the great unfolding – a camel bears its humps like the rocky Leviathan on Waiheke. How do you bear your humanity? With grace, or with a sort of fuck you attitude? Given this, it’s no wonder that the only thing separating you and I is ignorance – the only state we cannot achieve is waiting under our noses – the only thing you want to grasp is choking under your hold – it is – as Rumi reminds me – time to surrender – it is – always time to surrender and to watch the natural world and see if it invites you to do your bidding in this particular place – if it indeed blesses your intentions – because you started first by asking – what is your bidding?