Into the woods…
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Deeper
Written by Jacob Ibrag
It feels like sinking.
Like you’re trying to break the waters
surface with every kick your body delivers.
You remember that panic causes
more panic so you try to remain placid.
Deeper.
You think about love and if you really
had it.
If it was really love then why hasn’t it lasted?
Maybe if it was real love, you would’ve
already been found.
And if it was real love, how could it ever die out?
Deeper.
You try forming
a symbiotic relationship with the water, letting it take you so you can become a part of it.
You’ve always belonged here.
Deeper.
You let go, giving up the fight.
Remembering
that it was all in your head as you wake up in the middle of the night.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography–to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.
~ Michael Ondaatje (The English Patient)
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I stumbled upon this lovely quote on a friend’s blog today, and he spoke of being inspired by its metaphors.
I was so moved by it as well that I felt the need to share it.
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