Domesticated

I

Everything flows into everything:

our breath into the sky,

our urine into the oceans,

our sight into the greenness of the hills,

our hearing into the song of the night.

Everything is tremendous, tremulous, beyond speaking -

yet we have become dull,

and chatty,

and over familiar.

II

Right now, at the office, in the supermarket, at home -

we stand in the wild storm of the unknown -

sheltering in flimsy theories -

waving pieces of paper -

as if the storm could read!

To step outside -

into the living-dying, swirling sky -

and know we are it:

this is our obscured birthright -

this is our full size -

this is our lost joy.

But here we are, you and I,

both of us born of the womb, of the soil and the seasons -

both of us eating, shitting and sexing,

along with the insects and the birds and the fish -

both of us woven of the generations,

both of us woven in time -

here we are -

hiding from each other.

Most evenings you can find us in our houses -

you in yours, me in mine -

cooking, washing up, on the computer, content

with our chairs and cupboards and pictures on the walls,

and switches and taps -

watching the weather on a screen -

unaware the same blood runs in every living vein -

lost to our wild oneness,

lost to our untamed love.

III

Is it not outrageous and infuriating

that we don´t all care for everyone?

Is it not outrageous and infuriating that

as was done to us,

we now do to our own?

When

would be the right time

to step outside,

and strip off,

and take the children by the hand,

and step into the tremendous storm,

and dance and scream?

*

Mark Josephs,

"Mark the Mystic Activist",

Aragon, Spain,

Spring 2025

Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project.

His articles, stories and poems attempt to capture

something of the mood of "intimacy with existence"

at the heart of a Conscious Tribe.

www.tribusconscientes.com

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