The Marrow of the Infinite

Foto do meu amigo Rui Manuel Vitor Cortes

"The mountain does not hold the water;
it is the water,
and the water is the stone’s slow breath.

We do not look at the wild;
we are the wild looking back at itself,
remembering that the boundary of our skin
is as porous as the moss upon the rock.

To go out into the wild is to go in,
climbing not over the rocks, but through the soul,
where every moss-slicked boulder
is a scripture written in green and grey.

Our biological dance is in the spray;
we breathe what the forest exhales,
and the forest drinks what we let fall.
There is no "environment" out there to save -
only our own extended body,
leaping over the precipice in a roar of white foam.

We listen with the heart that reconnects.
In the rush of the current, we hear the world’s grief
and the world’s ancient, stubborn joy.

We stop being the masters of the flow
and become the flow itself—
held by the ancestors of the silt,
feeding the children of the sea.

The granite stands. The water moves.
And we, the watchers, are the bridge
where the mountain finally learns
how beautiful it is. "

João Soares, 13.03.2016

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