On/Off, Up/Down, Don’t Walk/Walk…. Walk with me…

Posted: June 8, 2012 in Poem, Psychology
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On/Off, Up/Down, Don’t Walk/Walk.

Walk with me…


I want to walk in early evening summer forests with you, talking about the real things.

I want to walk deep, deeper into the forest than we’ve ever walked before. Walking close, our hands occasionally brushing. I want to feel connected to you and to the forest that burns in the fever of life around us, and we not as observers but as celebrants let the energy of existence flood through us.

I want to hear our voices lose their harsher edges and become rounded by the deep and absorbent green moss growing all around us. Each sentence spoken given its own natural punctuation by the crackle of distant bonfires, old dry oak logs splitting and spitting in the white heat, the brittle and sharp sound snapping out against the surrounding trees, noise pinging off the trunks like a sonic pinball, the blueish smoke that accompanies it smooth and natural on our nostrils.

Looking up the smoke hangs in the air like a delicate mist, the orange sunlight weaker now as the approaching dusk gives the smoke the illusion of jungle rainforest steam leeching off the verdant leaves, wispy fingers delicately stroking the fronds.  I want to discover secret trails through the undergrowth, crouching and shuffling low under ancient gnarled branches twisting around us as we climb through to the deepest parts of the forest. The hidden heart.

What light gets through silhouettes the branches like brain stems over-arching us. The air gets damper as the green heart of the centre slowly reveals itself, sinewy roots and branches thick like veins now. Despite the exertion, sweat is now starting to cool and stick to our tops, moonlit mint on still shiny backs.  The canopy closes over us like hands locked in prayer. The sun sets, the temperature immediately drops, the birds increase their chatter sending out final messages before the total darkness and the shadows win.

And here at the very centre amidst the pine cones and kindling, we will sit and play chess again. ‘Id’ & Ego, black & white, heads and tails throwing everything in to find the balance that is at the centre of everything. I can’t explain it but as sure as I know the sun will rise tomorrow so I know there is balance on a comic scale. I don’t know if that’s an objective truth or a subjective one, but human brains are constructed to be dual and conflicted: left hemisphere pitted against right hemisphere each acting as a sounding board as a double-act throwing ideas off each other till they arrive at the funny. Real Self v. Ego slugging it out, an eighty-year bout inside the brain-ring of a human mind as internally divided by design as Heaven & Hell. Locked in a stale-mate battle for supremacy of reality during the day, but always slapping each other on the back and going off for a drink at curtain down, once the director calls ‘cut’ and eyelids close. After all, what’s one hand clapping in an empty forest?

Whether sun and moon, good and evil, night, day, north/south pole, husband/wife, the asleep, the awake, the hot the cold: the truth be told, there is always the balance. At the centre of all of us sits our divided selves playing chess on the eternal board of enlightenment, Tic Tac Toe…

My move again…    

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Comments
  1. Thank you very much. I’m fascinated by the duality of all of our minds – I find myself nearly always coming back to it as a theme. Really pleased you enjoyed it. x

  2. I really like this. It’s seductive in a foggy sort of way.

  3. Thanks, Chico, I do my best 😉

  4. You are strange dude. You can definitely spin a tale, though. great use of adjectives and adverbs, without losing sense of common prepositions used i expressing the sense of commonality necessary to communicate.

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