Hard Core Soil Porn

Deeper, deeper into the darkness

Stronger, growing to the light

More deeply rooted in the darkness

Opening wider to the light

Like the tree grounded in the soil

Reaching with its branches higher, higher up

How many times did I touch the dead-end?

Close observation leads me to the conclusion that all life comes from the destruction, and without destruction, there is no life.

Let’s take the hummus – black soil — as an example. What else is soil, or so called Mother Earth, giving birth to all life, if not a product of the decomposition of something else, that existed before?

Annihilation and transformation of life into matter…

In nature everything is eating one another…Constantly.

There is nothing stable, and balance is simply an equilibrium between eating and being eaten. Being born, giving birth and returning to the earth.

Soil represents the entire natural world.

So, given the example, I am not so sure where to place all the good intentions…

It may or may not sound very Buddhist to you, but without death, there is no life.

Without soil there is no life.

I am the soil. Maybe not quite yet, but I am sure, quite soon I will be.

I am the water. The air. The temperature. The Fire.

Spirit?

Earth is soulful.

“When we walk, we are aware that the Earth is holding our steps. But Mother Earth is not just below us, under our feet, Mother Earth is inside of us. To think that Mother Earth is only environment outside of us, around us, is wrong. Mother Earth is inside of us. We don’t need to die to go back to Mother Earth. We are already in Mother Earth. That is why we have to learn how to take refuge in her.”

Thich Nhat Hanh

I take refuge in the bacteria that live in the soil and live inside my gut because I know that without destruction and decomposition, without transformation, there is no life.

Soil always brings me back to whatever is.

You can take all your good intentions, all your forgiveness, rightfulness and all your cleaning detergents, but they will not help you, because without destruction, there is no life.

The hell with good intentions!

Soil IS DIRTY. Soil is dirt. And I like it this way. My pussy is just the same way. Dirty giver to the life.

I am part of it. And I can’t ever be apart. I am human child, humble, hummus.

Soil gives me a better chance than your clean Gods, therefore I am, and my body is, speaking only for the soil. I don’t want anything else, do not show me the greater Path. Do not preach to me about change other than the one I can observe in my aging body and in my nearest environment – the soil that is always just below, like a gentle reminder about my final destination.

How many times do you touch the soil?

Body we can kiss, hug, touch and admire, but we can not touch the Soul, unless we slow down and close our eyes. Soil is the outer landscape, and Soul, the inner landscape.

What we do to soil we do in fact to ourselves.

Kali, be with us.

Violence,destruction, receive our homage.

Help us to bring darkness into the light,

To lift out the pain, the anger,

Where it can be seen for what it is-

The balance -wheel for our vulnerable, aching love.

Put the wild hunger where it belongs,

Within the act of creation,

Crude power that forges a balance

Between hate and love.

Help us to be the always hopeful,

Gardeners of the spirit

Who know that without darkness

Nothing comes to birth

As without light

Nothing flowers.

Bear the roots in mind,

You, the dark one, Kali Ma.

Hard Core Soil Porn is a collaboration captured by the amazing Cim Ek, lived and written by Margo and shared by me.

Margo was going through an extremely challenging time and instead of hiding herself away in her pain she decided to have her pain captured with Cim’s gentle lense and write about the process.

Her ability to dive daringly into the depths of her shadows was inspirational. Her ability to turn it into a work of art is pure beauty. Thank you Margo for letting me share your words so that all women may see that even pain is beauty and needs not to be hidden away. Let our fertile soil continue to bear truth in this world.

Have you given space for your pain and shadows lately? Would you do as Margo did and capture it through image and words?

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