A LOVE OF LEAVES

On Saturday, April 25, 2015, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

If you don’t love leaves, then love, leaves.

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What i mean to say is, without leaves we are lost. Absent without leaves. Leaves love life, and feed us through the sun, lavishing in abundance gifts of food and oxygen.

Lacking love of leaves we languish, backs turned on a convenient backdrop of out of focus foliage, forgetful of photosynthesis. Focus on a photo shoot, to frame faces full of faked frivolity. Forgetting, fruits, flowers, and faces are also absent without leaves.

Freeze frame photographic physiognomy apart, anyone may well wonder as to what exact unequivocal elucidation such obliquely slantwise allusive alliteration may be leaning or leading towards, being, as it is, apparently so literally elusive to legible literacy.

Ah, there’s the rub, with or without an eraser and despite irrevocable rewrite. Never mind what webs we weave, following a tenuous thread out on a limb, and just about to spit out subtle insight on the tip of the tongue when the bubble pops, blown away, irretrievable as a dandelion clock, as often is the way, with what would have been a worthwhile word to say. 

 

Save to say, beyond service to self, it serves well to ‘spell out’ the societal significance stemming from a love of leaves. Put plainly, the paradigm pertains to peoples’ priorities.

Are you bored yet? Or just skipping over stepping stones unmindful of the depth that forever flows in midstream? In abandoning shady banks, investing in the natural world order is a better bet for sure.

Thankfully, ‘money doesn’t grow on trees,’ or the world would be even more of a mayhem of mad axe men. However here’s a hint, ‘look after the leaves and the fruits will follow by themselves.’ To tell the truth it’s much bigger than that. The nature of abundance has a tendency to be huge, wanting only in interest and collective imagination.

True progress will be when we remember how to feed ourselves, free of regulators and middle-men, the politics of the poison pen, and but for them the earth would return to her natural bounty, stemming from our love of leaves, superseding and supplanting our need for greed, growing green without envy.

To imagine, is to make magic manifest. Growing from its fertile soil, imagination without limitation, and food grows by itself without technology. Dream large and in abundance naturally. A viable human future will be, not power plants and technology, but plant powers gently tended and free. Therefore without illusion of ownership, limitation, coercion, not to mention industry.

It’s easy to imagine what we wish to see, to cultivate what comes and grows naturally. A wild garden world without artifice of intrusive technology, earthfelt imagination flowing free, a haven on earth where it’s meant to be.

Meanwhile, inwardly forming these and similar paragraphs in mind, i go into the garden. Respectfully selecting a few cabbage leaves, illumined green-gold by evening sun, and leisurely take a string of photos of them too.

On checking back to see the latest shot, the camera freezes, jammed and refusing to function, recharge, or even switch off. The third one to need replacement in the same number of years or less.

Well, if such is the power of thought and mind to so interact electrically, with inorganic technology, and who can say it could not be? Then imagine what powers of manifestation are collectively held in every nation. Despite the drive to mind control with thorny briars to bind the soul, all cease to grip when we are whole.

Though we’re not likely to forget, where you focus is what you get. ~

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Martin Rainbowmaker.

DANDELION TIME (again)

On Mon, Mar 31, 2014 at 9:39 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

 Good. ( As the saying goes).

Tis always with a sense of relief, gratitude, fulfilment, and spiritual achievement when a post goes up, since most people usually hammer posts into the ground.

I confess i was wondering with a slightly trepidacious sense of wonder e'er April approacheth and voila!  In the nick of time not that time has nicks, ticks maybe but they're easily got rid of.  I think 'thanks' is the word i was searching for.

I'm fortunate in not having to do any "kavooming" since my take off tends to go at the velocity approximating that of evaporation of earth moisture and i wouldn't even run for a bus.  I suppose i'm the sort of bull that's never even seen a proverbial china shop.  But yes, as i say, 'good.'

True likewise here, i.e. no smoke signals.  But for a couple from A Friend a week ago.  I suppose everybody's on 'Facebook' or 'Theirspace' telling the archons what they had for dinner.

Much appreciated your appreciation of the post.  I like when people can't help laughing.  Means i've put the letters in the right order.

Regarding which, i do have one new article typed, edited and ready.  It's called  THE AXIL OF EVIS, (I'm sure you understand, or uberstand).  It's the usual length, about 2ft 6", and has three improvised photo illustrations depicting the demise of a demon, currently locked up in 'my pictures.'

So as i mentioned before, on receipt of your positive message i feel that much more emboldened to write yet another.  When it becomes clear what is wanting to be said.  I feel Spring will make a difference as nature tends to dictate.  I got as far as the title of A GLOBAL SPRING but it needs an explosion of blossom to photograph reflected in the rainbow ball.  But i'm open to some other unknown inspiration in the meantime.  Like when i don't know what to draw which hasn't been drawn by a million people a million times, i tend to draw a blank.  Failing that i usually draw the curtains.

Computer's OK, but often a bit slow unscrolling a website.  Any suggestions what else i might try to speed it up?   You know when that little wheel stops and starts and sometimes the pixels are off with the fairies and americans assume the 'news anchor' is a shape shifting lizard and the anchor too feels let down.

Gosh what a world !  All the influential people wearing ties are transparently clinically bonkers.  Well we did ask for transparency,* (see the axil of evis.*)  and everybody else is into plane spotting or hide and seek.  Imagine having nothing better to do than steal Boeings for the sake of a chip ...Boeing, Boeing, Bonne !

The council is going to come and make holes in my nice wall to put ventilators in and force feed insulation into the walls and attic and i'm allergic to power tools and machines in general and will have to rearrange my priceless artworks and stand guard in the garden with earplugs despite doing my utmost for peace on Earth.  Mad world.

Otherwise i'm fine but for the tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth (i.e. as a hole)

So i'll send you another something in the post soon, with thanks.

Must go and contemplate creation...

Hmm..  Is this another bit of literature ? Hate to waste cyberspace.

File under subterranean journals unearthed...

Regards~  RBM.

Photos:

DANDELION TIME (again), martin law, April 2014

~ starting a garden,/ re. rooting.

On 23 January 2012 03:42, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker> wrote:

fifty-four change of address moves since leaving the parental nest, culminated in the first stable and satisfactory present one on a housing estate.

satisfactory, in that, while not being the first garden I have established from scratch, it does have adequate space to do it again. thirty-seven and a half feet square out the back, with also a sizeable front garden.

an opportunity to put down roots, after a half century lacking such. the previous address having only a comic/tragic claustrophobic three feet of gravel, totally shaded by a fifteen foot high surrounding block wall.

so that, three years ago now, this present address was a welcome opportunity to establish roots and grow food.

the square patch was overgrown, having never been cultivated. the previous two year's harvests from it have carried me through most of the winter. a timely re.rooting synchronized with the impending systems’ crash.

being a painter, I approached the challenge as an artist approaches a canvas. with fertile imagination and a love of the materials. it was mostly long grass at first. I loved the way the wind rippled in waves across it. but of course, the main density of grass is below the surface, that is, roots.

I have never had any inclination to resort to a mechanical cultivator. any more than I would do a painting with an electric toothbrush. so I set to "work", preparing my canvas with spade and fork.

the first thing I did was, clear a space of cut grass in the centre, by hand, with garden shears, old rusty ones I had found. to lie down in the sun and contemplate my next move.

well, a central lawn is nice. especially a twelve foot diameter perfect circle, inscribed with a string and two sharp sticks from the exact centre of the square.

this left adequate space around it for radial arms of enough potential vegetables of sufficient diversity. the only crop-circle for miles around, in an environment of complacent rectangles. I imagined how that must look from up above.

and so, feeling like a cookie cutter I slowly started to separate the green from the brown, enjoying the sharp edge, which would later become a moat. radiating out concentrically as more brown expanded to counterbalance the green. and the brown is thick with roots of grass. the brown is dense and never been dug. there is also plastic, trash, glass, and what became a mound of stones of all sizes.

knowing full well, this will have to be dug and dug again many times to restore it's fertile consistency and texture.

some may disagree, but that's cool. I love the process, and intuitively know the energy and attention won't be wasted. it's my painting, and I'll make it as welcoming as possible for whatever may wish to grow and thrive and throw down it's roots.

and of course, everything did thrive. friends commented that it must be magic, and of course it is. creative energy harmonising with the sacred soil, inseparable from it.

but this intimately relating, with the downtrodden and neglected earth, dreaming of rich loam and fertile abundance, that's a next part of the story for a rainy day.~~~~~

~~~~from martin rainbowmaker.

art by martin law :
- radiant sphere, january 2006   
- window in space, august 2006
- solar quincunx, 2006   

collage by Wfp for moo



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