https://ibb.co/HrYZgm8 (Wrzuciłbym obrazek, ale mamy patologiczne normy więc coby nie dostać kolejnego strike'a... XD)
They say touch grass. Grass is soft and pliant; not much solidity. The GROUND, however, has it in heaps. Touch ground. Not grass. Grass is green; ground is brown - closer to your skin. More earthy and rooty; while green is rather... fruity. We don't want to get sweet in here - we want to get real. Ground, then, it is.
Consider, since we're at it, touching it with your feet. See, shoes do us no good, at the end of the day (save for protection from sharp shards and all that jazz that you find plenty of nowadays all over that fake ground we've paved the world with). Take 'em off. It'll feel nice. Maybe you'll fall in love.
'll fall to the ground, dirty your knees, press your palm to the soil. And just sit.
You don't even have to use your palm; just sit.
You can take your clothing off, let your skin breathe. Return to the normal state that was common before pathology became the new norm. Shed judgements - yours and others' (can get mixed up, be wary) - and see what it's like
to be normal again.
You know the drill: Just Watch.
You're your body experiencing reality through the five senses, and your brain processing it into sensations. Isn't that so rich in possibilities?
Take a generous, shameless bite off that experience.
It used to be normal, and monks do it still nowadays. The beauty that was discovered thousands of years ago, before science was needed, because we knew how to listen to our bodies and Watch them.
We knew what life is about.
We felt it. All of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Nowadays... we barely [have time to] feel anything.
Until it's too late. We then scramble and cry in pain, and realise, only then, that that very thing is what we had to do all along.
Take it all off, cry, find our roots, feel our core.
No pressure though. It rarely helps (and only if it's applied correctly).
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Tutaj, jak widać, nie miałem reference drawing dla dłoni. Sadge is life.
napisany 2.1.23, narysowany 10/11.2022
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heart beats
Poezja~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
