The Free Radical

(River of Life by Earth Trybe from their 2002 album Rhythm of the Earth)

First, we keep the dogs occupied with the ancient memories of slain dragons.

I find myself daily dismembering the past… because nostalgia holds no viable options for uncharted futures.

Many of my companions are content to feast– for Now– on old distractions. And fresh snow helps them to wash the bitterness from their mouths. There is still much to be digested before tomorrow’s tiny whispers fall down at our feet, establishing a new understanding.

We are no longer killers, merely opportunists, examining the infinite ways of expressing what has always been.

Sapphire blue turns to liquid emerald green in honour of the ancient truths released as the silt of trickled remembrances. Our thoughts brought us here– unfailingly…

…to where the action is…

…where rivers pile up.

And anthropic icicles line the parade route in anticipation of promises long held, bursting in celebration.

But what is the grand scheme of rivers anyway?

They flow with current/currency/electricity… between ‘banks’ determined to control them… in the world of El… the El-der god… El-ite… El-ect with the El-egance (allegiance) of the El-ectorate. We populate the El-ectorate-city as ‘banks’ of batteries, powering reality’s mainstream.

What do YOU think thoughts are for?

And Now we’re spilling out of ourselves…

…slowly, gently… beyond outworn self-conceptions…

…exploring beyond our conditioned containments.

In the violence of last year’s twisted ice flows, we saw the global economy escape all semblance of control, but hardly anyone braved that treacherous path. We didn’t know that an ancient spirit escaped to the Forest… into utter bewilderment.

And Now, languidly, almost casually, we reclaim our overgrown selves…

We must be fertile… and rich… Just look!