John Martin

John Martin
Great Day of his Wrath

Tuesday 6 October 2009

The night i created my own meteors.


12th August 2009, we took a trip to coombe hill to see if we could see some Perseids from an epic viewpoint. They certainly were there in one way or another, can't say much else on here. Needless to say my imagination was working in overdrive because this happened.



The connection between Earth and Air,
Where elements blend and diffuse through the stone sentinel on the peak.
Feeling raw life surging all around.

Below all this a sea of lights and colour shimmer and reflect in the swirling clouds, twisting and squirming like a mass of snakes suspended from the roof of earth itself.

Wind blows and makes the trees pulsate like a living heartbeat.
All is movement yet stationary. Paths through the forest blur together into a web of choices.

Travelling along concrete guidelines,
soaring in mind but grounded to the earth by this mortal vessel.
So much of a spectrum we cannot normally see.

The most alive and existent i have felt in a long while.
Each gasp of air is more like feeling the collective essence of my friends company and every living thing within sight and out of sight than a simple bodily function.

Fruitless pursuits.
Lack of integrity.
Breeding nothing productive and only wasted opportunities.

Circular roads leading back to the start are everywhere.

Why do we slave and toil for paper printed with ink?

Find the beauty in every moment to create your meaning and purpose in this world.

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