Living imagination
The one that invades and fertilizes us
1 min readJan 29, 2024
We’re talking about living imagination
The one that invades and fertilizes us
Of ideas and intuitions that have never been ours alone
Of dreams that have always been porous and situated
Sprouting from every seed
Under every stone
We speak of ecological imagination
The sacred immanence pulsating beyond words
The cloud whispers
The mountain stories
The trees songs
The cries of the deep
The moon phases
The body memories
The ground that speaks
The mythic imagination that was never only human
Always contaminated
Tangled
Woven together with the territory and its multiple kin
With its phases and rhythms
Living imagination following the stories
Listening to the matrix
Unfolding and vibrating
Breathing
The living imagination that was never ours
But to which we belong viscerally and unconditionally
Simply because we exist
[or on the arrogant and limited anthropocentrism that denies biological and metabolic entanglement, deluding itself that consciousness is exclusively human]
