The sun is setting. Sliding down slowly casting a long reflection of itself on the vast sea. The sun is looking more directly on the Asian side of the world right now.
The sea just keeps going, in and out drawn forward then sucked back tilting and pulsing, squeezing out the debris while relenting to the rhythms of the earth upon which it dances. Ocean water - perfectly stretched fabric over the naked earth body. A perfectly symbiotic relationship - the earth needing water for growth and nourishment, the water needing the earth to contain it & hold its shape. Liquids need containers to hold shape or better yet liquids will always hold the shape of the container that which contains it.
The earth is not mysterious, it just is. She just is. The mystery of earth is that there is no mystery. The mystery is in our disconnection from the nature of earth. The disconnection from a culture that recognizes the cyclical nature of time; the disconnection from a time when the spirit of nature held a spot for the spirit of people. Its not that the spot isn't still available, the spirit of man has a PR agent now. The PR agent is telling mankind that we don't need that spot to be held for us. In fact, not only do we not need it, but we got a God guy so far away from this nature spirit, that we are better than the spirit of nature. We've transcended the spirit of nature, we've evolved & become civilized. As the term 'civilization' became synonymous with dominator, society manicured and covered up the spirit of nature. Entire city-scapes have trace remnants of the natural world that ever existed there.
I always wonder about the city wildlife: pigeons, squirrels, rats, raccoons, opossums, etc. I never see those dead - unless there's that occasional unfortunate road kill siting which always feels surreal in the middle of a busy city street. Almost as surreal as the tumbleweeds crossing the road out West.
Now its the part of the sunset when the light softens to an orangey pink and the lazy eyes of the world start to close for the night. The shadows long like eyelashes dipping closer and closer to the sleepy horizon.
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