Perceptual Poetics

Perception is primordial. The reciprocity of of our senses - our Self - with what we see and live amongst and within is a continuous, flow of energetic exchange, a non-verbal communion as both Abrams and Sewall would agree with. I believe there are different levels of "sensing" and "experiencing" with the environment and non-human world. When I sense the landscape around me - and I mean, truly OPEN my Self to experiencing a deep sense of "one-ness" with the Earth, I become the Earth. I feel her pain (the Gaian messenger) that allows my sensual body to open the clouds of emotion and pour my longing for a deeper communion and healing through tears. Sometimes these tears release the pain and open up, yet another perceptive place of ritual and dance. I perceive myself sharing sacred space with the elements - honoring the Goddess and God - nurturing unity near water, land, skies and now, FIRE. This fire burns inside of me. It perpetuates a place of creation - a spark of creativity rising from the ashes of my anger - the hurt and pain I feel WITHIN the Earth and the people, animals, etc around me.
Then perception rises again. The unconscious waves crash up against my fears - "grounding" what is "unreal" onto the shore of understanding. Nature Spirit speaks through me and all that I am here with. I catch my Self noticing that I am not here yet there and then here again. The veil bleeds margins of perceptual beauty amidst the painful elements I have created in a lower vibration. These vibrations (seeming polarities) merge and neutralize (a sense of oneness imbues).

There is something clear in this space of interconnection. My fingers dance across the keys of this computer merging with the energy and vitality of creation itself. I am birthing something here and still, something is dying. My perceived reality before this moment is fading into something new. The clock is ticking yet in this moment, a timelessness exists. When Spirit speaks, a transcendental vibration creates stillness yet the fluidity of the moment is like a spinning/whirling dervish - conjuring a portal of awareness that sits still in the spiral dance of life.

Perception is like this for me. Moving yet still. Infinite energetic exchange - even when my "limited perception" views the world as finite - and yet ever changing.