Where do we go?
Is frequently asked
But a question
Is who are we now
And where do we live?
In other people’s heads?
In a social scroll
Turning over and over
A bunch of tiny hearts
Cycling and dangerous to the mind that thinks
Where do we live
According to who
How do we become just one person?
But we can’t
Split metaphysically into a thousand tiny particles of energy
We pour ourselves into something entirely virtual
People think it is reality but at most
We are simply the host of a mad Mad Hatters tea party at the bottom of the rabbit hole
We drink the “smaller” tonic and we do indeed shrink
Another version of our being is stripped away every time we post
What is post?
What is like?
What is avatar?
What is any of this but a construct that didn’t even exist
Twenty years ago?
I think of my Mother
Her hands in red soil
Planting a tree
That many will never see
Sewing patches on shirts
That hung on shoulders she could hug
To the wind
Her brain eventually split into a million different pieces
She didn’t know who she was
But her soul knew itself
And it was whole
What will happen to me?
I carry the seeds of forgetfulness already
Vigilance is necessary
I can’t control losing my mind
But misplacing my soul
Would be a catastrophe.
*header picture is a photo from last week-end. I was up at the gorge and climbed Bulimba Bluff at dawn to eat my breakfast overlooking the national park.
I find solace in the real world. It anchors and tethers the mind to truth. A truth that cannot be tampered with via Social media feeds and echo chambers. A bird is a bird and the mountain you sit upon is ancient.
All the stupidity of humanity falls away and something timeless and reliable becomes apparent. My soul surfaces and I feel whole again. Solid.
12 thoughts on “The souls avatar”
A wonderfully reflective piece!! Hope all is well. Happy Easter to you and yours!
A bit ill from eating too much chocolate (I make a wicked rocky road) but otherwise all good, happy Easter to you too Colin.
Haha, that is good to hear! Well, you know what I mean 😉
and thank you!! 🙂
Your words always stir my soul. I understand them and you so eloquently describe what I can’t put into words at times. Your pic is stunning. It reminds me of a pic I have overlooking the Snake River in Idaho when I made my liberating 2 month journey with just my pup. It’s in these moments I feel my truth and realness. Happy Easter my friend. 💛💚❤️
Thanks Kara, Happy Easter to you and your family, I hope it has been a lovely time for you all.
It really was Kate. Our largest gathering since Covid. Although accompanied with a bit of melancholy over close-to-death illnesses regarding my Mom’s older brothers, we all still laughed and rejoiced in our day. And stuffed our bellies. Oh my. I made two dozen deviled eggs and that was the only devil to appear in our day! Ha. We’ll not forget it. I hope it’s been lovely for you too. 💛
I wish there was a time machine and we could go back to the simplicity of childhood once in a while…to feel that warm, comforting reality of days gone by…
When I look back on childhood now it feels like it happened to another person – like watching a movie that I’m two steps removed from. Everything has changed so much in the decades since then – I wonder what the next fifty or so years will bring.
Beautiful landscape to reconnect with Mother Earth! I’ve avoided platforms like Facebook and Twitter because they can suck one into the “bottom of the rabbit hole.” On WordPress, I’ve found meaningful ways to truly connect with individuals, like you, who never lose sight of the real world. Happy wanderings 🙂
Thanks Rosaliene. Completely agree regarding other platforms – I used to love Instagram but even that is sticky and surreal these days. I just follow a few people who are genuine so catch up with their posts –
For the most part it is WordPress I look forward to reading most.
And those Aussie mountains are about as ancient as you can get. 🙂 … I used to feel like I could sink down through them to the center of the Earth and remember the beginning of Time itself. 🙂
There is a really special energy about the place especially when you get to experience it by yourself and with no chatter (outside at least) so you can just listen. Beautiful.