The Lost Children

Lost in a landscape of others lost. Losing is to forget. To forget is to release. And to release is to be free. 

I seek no easy pill to reorganise my mind. As my thoughts are free, I am released from the deceptions of conformity and order.

Rooted in the earth, the crown of the tree is free to caress the wind, the rain, the sun. Laid bare there is no escape from earthly elements. Physically rooted, stuck. Who knows of the consciousness of a tree. 

Flowers bloom yearly, lasting months before death and decay. Only to repeat this cycle, until the end of their time. There appears no point as life flows full circle. A differing perspective reveals that although a circle has no points, if you stand back a circle itself becomes a point. 

A point in time, showcasing the cycles of mother earth. Periods of inhalation, periods of exhalation. Life and death is a scary game. We fear failure. The curse of awareness. Judging our bloom. Comparing our petals to a flower of the the same plant. Berating our neighbours for receiving more sun, more nutrients, for growing taller and for growing more symmetrical. 

Perhaps we were once rooted in the earth, like flower and tree. Cut free, we have been given the chance to roam. The ultimate freedom, our deepest desire. We are born into slavery as our parents have a say in all of our decisions and a schooling system puts us in uniform. 

Adulthood is most desired as a child. A chance to break the shackles of childhood and choose freedom. Our struggles embodying something much more deeply rooted in nature than perceived . Unfortunately we soon realise how much easier being asleep is. The war of awareness and sleep. To be lost as a collective or to be lost in oneself. There is no seeking freedom without loss. 

The middle ground between earth and the heavens. Shapeless in the starry skies. Away with the fairies or anchored to this plane of earth, as birds soar by, an inert existence is all but confirmed. Some day we will create harmony. And some day this cycle will reveal a point, combining the best of heaven and earth.