The clouds gather over my head... and they gather thousands of miles away in the minds of men who scheme over ways to attain my submission and control what is not theirs...
Unlike that brewing in the capitals of man, the storm in my sight is one of beauty and clean power. It feeds the land and refreshes the spirit.
The emptiness of the desert around me is deceptive. For those paying attention, it is filled with life.
Life that you might not want to "live" with... but, if left alone... leaves you alone... and you can simply admire the beauty of its creation.
But even here, in the natural freedom that is so available to all; Where life can be lived according to the rules of take what you need and leave the rest... Where the beauty is mostly unsullied by the "improvements" of geniuses... you can not escape the spreading pollution and quest for power.
...They that can only think; "How can I impose my power and values on others." Those that scheme; "How can ~ I ~ be the baddest Mother in the Valley"... Still come...
Up ahead of me... in the road... Lays an object...
What could that be? Just litter? Someone's trash carelessly discarded? I've already burned a small pile of trash left behind by unthinking "others". People can be such pigs...
Yes, it is trash. At least it is NOW. A more accurate description would be to call it unexploded Ordnance.
That... is the remains of what they call, in Iraq or Afghanistan, an IED...
This particular, crude, soda can version could be commonly referred to as an Ammonium Nitrate "Bomb"... found laying in the middle of a road, where it was detonated, on the Prescott National Forest.
The people that tell me; "It ain't that bad" ... see a world that is different than the one I walk through. "You're such a downer Brian"... They don't hear the rumble of heavy guns in the distance... they claim it's only Thunder...
I can only shake my head and wonder; Do they truly not see? Or are they deliberately closing their eyes, hoping what they DO see is not real and if they ignore it hard enough, it will pass them by?
If you fix the leaky roof seven times... using the same technique and materials... and the leak continues without letup... isn't it time to try something different?
I've heard Matt Damon say some things before that at first blush, set my teeth on edge... but... if I set my "conditioned" thoughts aside... and simply weigh each word...
I wonder if Matt isn't truly on to something
Or at least... The man he quoted... but then... Thoreau wrote pretty much the same... a hundred years before that... didn't he? Matt quotes a speech made by a man... way back in 1970... how much has changed since then? for the better? for the worse?...
ah well... I soak in the desert in this early winter storm... My effort to communicate largely fails. So all I've left is to try to get deeper... try to stay out from under the trees falling in the wind...
Out where the trees are thin
Brian
1 comment:
I ran with 'boys' back when I was in high school who played with the same type of bombs. That was a few years ago. I think it is a phase, or used to just be a phase. Now days a lot of what kids just kinda did and got out of their systems is considered terrorist activity.
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