Flow - a Storm

To rewild is to

let your dam break

the river wants to flow, the woods want to spread through the concrete, you want to come out of the small place inside yourself where you have snuck to feel safe

The whole world is singing, the whole world is flowing

through you

the world is a river and you are a current, a swirl inside a bigger swirl inside a bigger swirl
to not let go, to not let the current take you, is to hold back, to lie - you can never control anything, and you can never avoid pain

and you will die, after which you will live - after all, it's just changing shape

relax and fall

die and scatter

you will feel pain. but even through pain, you will always be loved
by every being who is not afraid to
be river

because flow is life is celebration
is love
for me, you, us, them
I

a laughing child spirit is swirling in the flow


a poem:

The Laughing Storm God

I have learned to love storms
what greater passion? the tearing gusts, the rage of the wind
the rain falling on you sharp and heavy, the waves of the sea
crashing high to the rocks

the sky roaring and blazing white fire

the storm turns around the earth and the water and the sky
it throws you like a speck of dust
and you will die

but to feel the storm is to feel a pagan god shout and shriek and laugh and dance
her eyes gleaming large and wild
is to feel blood in your veins
is rage is ecstasy


songs: Dature by Tori Amos, Storm by Bjork