Study #355

I have been writing 20 line studies as part of my practice for some years now. They aren’t always daily, but they are regular. This one dates to 2017. I was reminded of it the other day, when a friend shared a recent dream about the language birds speak. The doodle accompanying it was done today, in the moment, as I contemplate the arbor I live under, again…
~ Carli (at April 3, 2024)

Study #355 — Lost, Found, Lost…

Under this arbor, I am lost, found, lost. It lulls me with its precious green shelter. I am one of its fauna it has snared into its arms, whispering tales of earthly lushness, as its tendrils wrap around me: I begin to decompose into its very soil. 

The birds wake me from my slumber — calling me back from faraway trancelands, messengers sent to retrieve me from my visionly other worlds: “You have not learned our language yet, we are not done with you,” they chant in some hybrid tongue ~  picking leaves and clumps of dirt from my skin and hair.

I have learned no one’s language, my darling feathered friends…I try to say this, as I stare sidelong into the voids of their eyes, lost, found, lost —

(From June 17, 2017)