flæsc
to weather the situation / how to get out
Flesh : Old English flæsc “flesh, meat, muscular parts of animal bodies; body (as opposed to soul),” also “living creatures,”
also “near kindred” - Etymology Online (emphasis added)
it waits for
Two Flesh - softened - supported
how easy it glides
The ground already lives sensual, it is already One with its Self. To lie here is to be softened while supported. To become the very water itself that this cracked soil has awaited. The skin, velvet, glides - and we both are longing… This Earth knows the blood that flows in you, is the same water that looms in overhead storm clouds. Our own weathered bodies…
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot,
We’ll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not!
This Earth and This Body await forces. Resonant. We are The Desert skin. Desert Kin. - We are waiting for the Water - and this is not a raging weather. This is a weather that remains consistent. A weather towards creating life giving rain and cooling clouds. As the seasons change, so shall we with it; seasonal vegetables, blossoms, fruits to grace our bodies with the variable nutrition and flavors that bring us to one another’s table. The Bounty of the Earth Mother has always been and always shall Be. Now are minds are one.
All time is and is not; just as all matter is and is not. Look longingly enough into the most atomical of spaces and we find that we are more empty space than matter. The only resistance we have is our reality. All touching, all knowing, all seeing/believing/thinking/feeling reality has to be our kindred, for it is all sharing life here and now. Our way into One Another belongs to our fleshed kin. Do we see how wild unity bereaves of us? Asking to envelop the electric synapsed mammalian cortex over the supple Humanity we have so relished.
It has been a desert bodied response. One’s wayward trek into the desert ; each wandering step flexing stressing sinew, muscle; pumping animal blood, plasma; sweating cooling hormones, hydration. It seems - the longer we wander the more our bodies aim to loosen from it’s very form. Yet - do we not wander inwards in order to leave something behind? Heading towards in order to head away.
The Wilderness is my Faith
holding Wild Sex
She leaves me Natured
Big Bold Word - Sex. Yet…
To be in-flesh is to be that sensual reality. And does that sensuality leave you both emptier, and fuller, then before your ‘intercourse’. The coarsest world-wind (air-flesh) sent into the empty space between the atoms of your body. It is truly known that we are transmutable beings, and there are mythic, ethereal, fantastically spiritual factors playing to our own knowledge that we shall never know - yet can never be resistant to. Vishnu (Blessed Be) dreams us All in that great dream as every World-Tree is contained within one seed as Humanity sparked from the same Big-Bang. Just as our very minds crafted the responsibilities to each of these stories, the minerals of the Earth respond to the minerals of your body.
As to say : All-of-Existence is Kin-Flesh of this All-Existent-World
“Split a piece of wood; I am there. Lift up the stone, and you will find me there” (Gospel of Thomas, 77)”
And - ‘You are there too’.
How to get Out? There is no getting out. We are always In.
There are places in life to be left. There are places in life to attend. There are places in life to approach. All will be moved both by you and through you - until weathered enough into the final wilderness…
“For you are Flesh, and to Flesh you shall return”.
