Them

 

They get the future we deserve.

Dissipatio H.G.

 

The end of the world? One of the pranks played by anthropocentrism is to suggest that the end of our species will bring about the death of animal and vegetal nature, the end of the earth itself. The fall of the heavens. There is no eschatology that doesn’t assume man permanence is necessary to the permanence of everything else. It’s accepted that things may have begun before us; unthinkable that they could ever end after us.

Trees will replace us on earth, eventually.

The place is a fire.

Scorched, the soil supplicates: 

"I hope one day you will let go

You can't win."

We're making this place a Fire

Every day,

is the place a Fire?
Air's so dry and still,
Trees would sound like a Thunder
if they were to fall down.

Hundreds of feathers feathering down

Hundreds of feathers feathering down.
Each leaf covering the floor

I lift

as sharpening my awareness
The branches remain beyond reach
I pile all leaves on my palms
Trees are lightening their borders
and I am possibly just wasting time.



I will bury all of them leaves
tracing a full circle on the ground.

Everyday

Everyday They Fall,
Everyday They Rise.
Their pace.
Slow to the point of Dread.

Them

One day

everything will pulse livid green

The Sea will fall vertical on us

The Desert won't be a shield any longer

And They will finally take over

Them finally taking over

Every day I wait for them to finally take over.

Every single day.

Every day:

"I fight with the fact of my own humanity.
I fight with the idea that death is the only way of escaping this fact".
Every day I wait for Trees to finally take over.

Them taking over

Just watching the trees and the leaves: this time they won't fall

They will take over

 

 

I have not sinned against anyone. I did not make anybody cry.

I am pure. I am pure. I am pure. I am pure.*

 

Enter now a new Trees Kingdom to come

*The Egyptian book of the dead

Taking Over

 


If I can still look at the Skies
it doesn't mean I haven't lost sight of the Ground.
Where's my Ground?
Bury yourself in it.
And feel it again.

They will take over

There are things I loath and I think of as Lies. 

When I was able to deal with them

 it was because my hatred for them 

was somehow underdeveloped.

Then there are things I love and feel for.

Trees are among these things.

And I believe one day they'll take over, and we won't be there no more.
And with us gone, even the things that I loath and I think of as lies will disappear.

When I look persistently at this picture I think of this: the Trees will stand, Trees will take over.

Friday the 17th

Last night I woke up because in my sleep I could hear someone ranting nearby me.
After checking that my dear C. Lee and Sui the cat were alright, I went to the Marble hall and found a giant Human Goat standing in front of me.
Slowly he turned his lumpy head toward me, and he whispered: "You should teach me how to sell some Mercy. I do have plenty of it".
He looked around, as feeling trapped, and then he went on: "Tell them to stop to breed, they have to bring their children down to the River and force them to put their hands on the trees bark. They have to be part of their solitude".

After few hours, the first Sun saw me walking up to the Superga Hill, as I was looking for a clear vision. 
There I found two Trees acting as guardians that pointed toward the valley and told me that the city spreading in front of my eyes was welcoming our family to its realm.
What about the Goat? The city will show itself to me in different forms, and I will have to embrace them all.

Today the Light is really something.
I am learning new things, day by day.
Moving toward the West proved us right.
I haven't been this happy in a long period. May the trees all over the city, down to the River's park and then South toward the Sea be part of it.

*I started this post on Friday the 17th. Today is Summer Solstice, and there'll be Light till late.

Memoria

When only few will still stand, they will be slave of the Trees.
This is what my friend Vabianna often dreams.
Or maybe there will be a time when Trees finally replace us on Earth.
This is more like a dream of mine.

 In a day like this we have to remember  the new meanings the human kind was able to give and is giving to the word "pain", how much we did push it and we are pushing it to its limits. Persecutors and persecuted, our world will get to an End.
And yet Trees will still be there.

Mercy and Truth

If

only

you

could

try

to

find

if

there's

any

Beauty

in

us,

would

you

save

us?

 

 

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Out in one week.

Why?

Why

can't

we

see

the

End

of

all

this?

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

Why?

Why

is

the

Past

more

present

than

Fate?

 

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

Photo by our dear, dear Luca B. 

Why?

Why
are
some
Skies
larger
than
Others?

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

Why?

 

Why 

won't 

Trees 

replace 

us 

on 

Earth?

  

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.