In our fictitiously observed hierarchy of living beings, animals and plants have been
relegated to the bottom rungs of emotional intelligence; this misnomer has
characterised Man’s disregard, fear and often disdain of the encroachments of
nature as embodied in these living beings.
Biologists have proposed that flora birthed fauna in the aftermath of an evolving
natural life; and whether animals birthed man is no longer a disputed question.
But there’s an ever growing chasm between man and the natural worlds, an
alienation that is transcendent and destructive to both in terms of longevity on this
planet.
Although the word “culture”, taken from the Latin “colore” has much to do with
cultivating the soil, perchance it could impugn that the self is cultivated by the soil;
this cultivation also applies to humans as products of the earth.
Yet humanity has not become a companion of the earth; inversely humanity has
rather become a nemesis to all living beings.
There was another theory that postulated that the plants and animals decided to
never speak to humankind at some mythic point in time; to forever keep an
unvoiced life wrapped in a resounding silence and mystery.
And considering that humanity is a species that does not fit best, can any moral
definitions and ethics proposed by humanity extend beyond humans themselves,
and to the whole of reality?
Can mankind discard the seductive dream of humanity being the summit of a
metaphorical Mount Insurmountable?
Is it because we cannot relate tot the sensuous and material presence of plants,
animals, insects, bacteria and other forms of conscious entities that we find
ourselves relegated to being mere observers of this indifferent reality around us?
And what happens when groundbreaking botanical researches challenge notions of
human exceptionalism, suggesting that there are trillions if not more of other
consciousnesses thriving across the planet, although threatened by humanity’s
destructive penchant for territory and resources?
As humanity, our inner harmony is expressed through innocences of petals and
branches, in forests of complexity do we find the lessons in the cosmic and etheric,
like mirror we reflect each other within the pond of time we share.
And when reason can’t prevail on the murky surfaces of these ethical swamps; only
attuned poets would be able to hear the hymns of flowers and streams, carried on
winds directed by the earth’s dance around the sun.
These artists would reference metaphors of plants in the act of blooming, or decay;
as plants remain true predecessor of animal life on this planet we call home.
This way, these poets who write or paint about blossoms and petals, streams and
silent forests, they interest me most, because they cultivate a culture of
companionship (within humanity as earth’s creation) with all of reality.
Their often striking depiction of nature, the composed fauna and flora populating
this planet seek passage into our sacred recollections of the divine spirit imbued
each plant and animal against the mirages of technocratic worldview worshipped by
mankind.
Scents of wild flowers in spring carry nostalgic recollections of varied textures and
temperaments; yet in these scents mankind has embedded coded hints of joys,
sorrows or perhaps blood on petals shed during wars long lost between nations and
kin.
Mythic creatures and hybrid animals that populate most literary worlds; these divine
bodies unbound by earthly limitations chiseled in man’s yearnings, are alive without
any source or fountain of their longevity.
And if mankind copied nature as a strategy for inclusion within the greater scheme
of life’s mystery, man might begin to resemble them in sincere innocence and their
intricate and evolving harmonic relationship all other beings on the planet.
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