Quenching The Fires That Burn
When There Seems Nothing To Say
I don’t know what to say.
Fire
The Amazon
Siberia
My Heart, and probably yours
Our Earth.
And all I can do is walk and write and hold light and space and make images. All I can do is call on the Elders and Ancestors of us all, Gaia Herself, and Love. All I can do is join with all of You, and breathe together. Not knowing. Only holding each other and the preciousness of everything.
The sound of running creeks and rivers.
The breath of breeze in ferns and palms.
The rays of sunlight.
The bird calls and the understory scrumblings.
The green.
Our forests,
Burning.
No words
Just presence.
I make images and write words because it is sometimes all I can do.
I walk in the Land, breathing, witnessing, experiencing
All That Is.
More Songlined images and words can be found on my online littoral zone at embodiedterrain
