The soil is richer there. It hasn't been touched by the invisible hands of coorperations. The sneering greed of the faces of buyers haven't placed their investing vision over this land. It's untouched. It's rich. It's authentic.
There is a heartbeat there that beats in rhythm with the earth. The heartbeat there is strong, thriving, and loud. The heartbeat there reminds us of our own beating heart, our own aliveness.
Yet, we deafen ourselves with blaring advertisements, we blind ourselves with billboards, we've been brainwashed to desire fluorescent lights and bigger cars. The earth may be hurting from this, but we're hurting more.
Our own authentic heartbeat has gotten washed out by the white noise. We forgot our aliveness. There is a certain emptiness that we are all familiar with. It sneaks in under the door when we are sleeping. It whispers in our ear in quiet moments of daydreaming. It shows up blaringly in the midst of romantic relationships.
We are all running from that same emptiness. Maybe we just need to take our pulse. Maybe if we stuck our feet in the ground and wiggled our toes in the soil, we'd remember our human nature. We'd remember the authenticity that comes with breathing in the sky.
Our breath circulates throughout the heavens and we get to taste it at any moment we want too. We have unlimited access to this universe. Our minds are only used at 1% most of the time. With this much pure potentiality, we must live as it.
We do not have to go out an attain it, it's right here. Beating in our heart, begging us to hear it.
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense."
Meet me there.