Marriage equality, black lives matter, or even the confederate flag are but concepts we form with words. Words fail us and they frustrate us, especially now when they are everywhere and around us at all times. As Alan Watts once pointed out, words are but trying to take the whole oxen into one's mouth and passing it through a tiny straw with everything lost in the process. Words are a dead representative of what was.
To live on words just kills us inside. The emotions attached to these words will only continue our frustrations. We need escape and collection. We need those places where our thoughts dissolve into what is bigger than us and alive. Maybe it's in the woods, maybe it's in the ocean, maybe it's in a field, maybe it's gazing at the moon or daytime clouds, maybe even losing yourself to the oneness of a tiny little baby, but it's that space that's big enough that we can lose ourselves and then wake to our deeper self. It's where we escape the deadness of words and just experience life.
Leathered ripples smooth,
the ocean has a way to heal
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