Fuming Truth

I tell you:

My flesh body has arrived in the metal plane, but my spirit still lies in the skies, finding its way to me, partially clinging to the countries that have kissed my soles.

You ask me:

What could I have possibly smoked to hold these words true?

Father,

I have inhaled the truth of the world.

I have tapped into the realms beneath what we believe as the extent of our existence. I have unravelled the very simplest things. I have purged, unlearned, wrenched my insides, wailed my eyes dry, until the purest river flowed, out of my being and into it, simultaneously. I have stretched my limbs on a rack, spewed my insides all over. I have found myself naked, beaten by the relentless strength of waterfalls among jade-coloured jungles. I have danced, unapologetically, to the rhythms of our mother. I have sown movements to the pounding of drums beaten by brothers, until their jaded palms bled the clearest stones. I have given out hand, and taken hand, I have trusted in the other. I have embraced, arms to which I am bound with the purest love. I have found that underneath all of our learnings, all illusions, lies this happiness which we all seek with such desperation.

In the surrendering of our simple bodies to our complex nature, we are bound to find truth.

Amidst the babble of our common womb, I have begun to understand the language of our mother. The language which we have come to unlearn, living by the untruths ushered from unnatural greed-filled mouths. Tasteless tales already chewed by countless jaws, fed to infants, birth after birth. I have twisted my pegs back so that I could sing in tune. I have listened to the to grass bristles as they sweetly hummed medleys of life and death, revelling in zephyrs, lustrous with amber sun. I have found the calm of windless waters as well as the untamed might of racing rapids. I have followed rivers down streams unfamiliar, fingers clenching upon smooth rocks finding nothing to hold. My grip slipped and I have been stripped from my belongings. What I thought was mine was taken so that I could understand that I owned nothing, that I am nothing

but a gracious element

of everything.

I have tasted truth,

Father.