the first thing to keep in mind here is i won’t even try to define the meaning or the taxonomy of the blue, that would be preposterous.
is it space? hyperspace? is it energy? is it mind, the ether or dark matter? i wouldn’t have a clue; maybe all of them and none of them…its nature will always remain mysterious
sometimes i wonder about its relation to the dreaming and the imaginal realm. my very own thinking about it evolves over time and i will probably not think the same in the near future. i describe myself as a student of the mystery so here’s where my mind is at now and these are my efforts to describe its essence
the blue is the where/what/how we get words & ideas
~ as some say: out of the blue
could this be the hint of the remanent of some very old wisdom?
the blue is the unseen pervasive landscape between ourselves, a container of information of all our timeless connections and an inexpressible presence of deep affection, inviting sweet tenderness and feeling
the blue is poetry herself, a tone, a field of relational unity pregnant with creativity
the blue is radiant darkness, full of joy, solace and melancholy.
the feeling of excitement and pleasure, when understanding a song beyond lyrics feels more akin to the remembering of an emotion
can you understand my tears?
listen to the air explain them
the years are passing by
the nests are passing by
over the fire
the earth is passing by
and i am getting lost among the words
listen to my tears
~ Leonel Lienlaf
over the past few years, i've been deeply touched by poetry, especially the ones from mapuche orators like Elicura Chihuailaf, i also became a student or chillkatufe of the mapuzvgun language for over a year now, which it’s been one of the most enriching endeavours i’ve embarked upon
as i recognized earlier in my journey that i’m able to learn languages through songs as ways to train the tongue, i do combine practicing with singing, i’ve also introduced my daughter to some mapuzvgun songs which we sing along on our car rides, an experience which ends up being one of the highlights of my days
look at me
i’m here
because you still don’t walk among the stars
again i exist
for you to recognize
the mystery of the natural order
do you remember
that we come from the infinite blue?
~ Elicura Chihuailaf
the blue is like a slow tone conveying simplicity in a metaphor on the other side of complexity, one that recognizes that the underworld informs this world ~ our reality, and our actions here are the feedback that gleams back
the blue speaks in colour and feeling, it allows to hold ideas without defining nor understanding them, either because we can’t or perhaps because we’re not supposed to
to hold the idea that life is not separate from death; that
we are connected, and the blue is where these connective threads lie upon
~ our roots are blue
…and that which we call death, is really what paints life
~ j
like our rooted kin
individually, no more than a single hair
but collectively, the fuzzy fur of a masterplan
longing to be a refreshing skin
a standing bridge that unites worlds
from the grounding depths which we've sprouted
as ambassador of the space
held and fed by the tender blue within
for our song to regreen the without
the blue is also a glimpse of what could be,
if we align our minds to an animate worldview and if we humble ourselves to a new and ancient story; one that recognizes the arrogance of the claim that only our science folks got it right and the last 200,000+ years of human life were all based on superstitious beliefs
enough of that
our universe is alive ~ creation is ongoing
the blue is here, it’s over there and we all see it
everyone sees the unseen in the proportion of the clarity of our hearts
~ Rumi
the world where we honour life, connection, beauty & mystery
is the same world where we give up the idea that what we need is more money, better logic, more stuff, better tech and the net-zero business-as-usual bullshit model embedded in some kind of techno-utopia…
get fucking real
the blue strands
as a father, i cornered myself into assuming an optimist position; which is that we’re not going to go extinct, but that is going be hard as fuck
get ready for the 1000 year clean up
~ Tyson Yunkaporta
when we reclaim our minds to our birthright, to the relational animate and re-cognize our actual interdependence ꩜ with the forces of the natural world; when we act and speak from a timeless mind, a connected mind, which acts in relation to the familial blue presence of the ancestors (the living dead) and the unborn (the yet to be born), we re-pair our weavings in and through the web life life, from there -and only then- we can begin to create an actual future, a realized one
because we can talk all day about our future or the future
but we won’t really live in it
what we’re actually doing right now is planting the seeds
of a future that ultimately, will be theirs
because we can be with them
we can bring them here
by not excluding them
and in ceremony
with them
we’ll rejoice
in their blue
~ j
thank you for reading!
as we go along, i’ll be sharing some more of my own poetry and writings. so get ready cos we’re in for a ride!