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.
