We Are Here

I ran across this music, these images. I had to say something but could make nothing more than this. Here is the link, and this is what I made:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfY9BJaGzEU

We are here. ..

We are here.

We are here.

We are here.

Watch the water, the wet. The rain falls from dark and heavy clouds. The rain falls from low skies.

Watch the river carve, the sharp stream. The current churns through rock, through the face of the earth.

Watch the sun, the light. The fire floods all things with warmth, color, and shadows. The torch and the embers tone the land in yellow and red. The sun changes and moves all things.

The flows begin and keep flowing. The images come and keep coming. They are unstoppable. The people yearn for the wet, the light. They do not understand why at first. They do not see before they look. But when they are there—When We Are Here—then it is all just known. We look and cannot move our eyes from it. We are safe and home. The presence of the water, the sun—it is outside, it is dreamy, it is surreal, it is inside, it is awake, it is real, it is without us and within us.

Watch the trees, the green. Watch the tall energy stretch through all of their limbs and open to high skies. The trunks, stoic. The veins, a web. The branches, liberated, twisted, creative. The youngest green, gummy. The ripe green, deep and full.

Watch the men sitting beneath the trees.

Watch the man cradled in the thick roots at the base of the trunk.

You are the man sitting beneath the tree.

Be him.

Watch him.

Within and without yourself, the wet, the light, the green. 

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It is that in the face of nature, the raw and untamed planet, we melt away and are at ease. There are no harsh divisions of human bodies and gnarly trees and sweltering sun. We sit in it, and forget the rest. If we sit long enough, we disappear like waifs into the leaves. We are nothing, not alone, not together, not worried. We are dissipated, dispersed, watching. 

I see that in my response, in the words that are very descriptive and in the ideas that seem to be praising nature so much, that of course this is a running theme. People write about nature. People take pictures of nature. People write music inspired by nature. People paint landscapes. People explore and hike and relax in nature. People escape and get lost in nature, for the joy of it, the mystery, the fear, the release of all cares into the unknown and unpredictable and unknowable and ever-fierce and ever-providing and real. 

So I see, we must not deny our urge to depict, love, marvel at nature. It has been done so many times by so many people. But it is real. And you should try. Watch.