It’s beautiful to imagine that one is grass, sprouting everywhere out of the earth, living in the wind and casting and receiving pollen in the wind pouring in from the distant sea.
It’s even more amazing to see oneself as both the grass and a little green leafhopper perching on a grass blade, in that vast, wind-swept sea — both of them at once, and both in movement through time and space, with different but joined histories.
Instead of fingers, we have exquisite seed.
Instead of words, we have never-ending movement that words cannot approach, because words don’t need to. They weren’t meant for this. This is where humans are at home. This is the grass that made us.
That is why all of its gestures speak.
One hears it brushing against one’s thighs and names it as that speech: grass. Each blade is a step. Each stalk is a step remaining behind in memory, which is knowing.
Each knowing a remembering.
You know this. It knows you.
Categories: Grasslands, Nature Photography, Spirit
Thanks for this. It makes me think again about “all flesh is grass.”
Thanks for the quote. I love it.
How beautiful. Thank you.
I love grasses, and this is a beautiful testimony to them. The idea of the little leafhopper in the vast, open sea, and their joined histories – inspiring!
And ours, too, yes. I love how grasses evolved to harvest fire landscapes and heat. The fire eaters!
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