We need some new earth based language to free our tongues and allow us to give voice to mountains, to Oak trees, to rivers and to the dead. How can we speak of this magic that touches our heart wordlessly, that grips our entire being like gravity, that is our being? The earth is a living organism, constantly changing, you have to be quick to catch it. Language has to become wild and play like flames in a fire to speak of it
It would be hubristic to try to capture the entire tapestry with language. It can’t be pinned down and attempts to break it into pieces are futile. But words can court and guard the flame ignited by tiny fleeting radiant moments of life which are part of a larger story and a larger dreaming.
Our human language was originally influenced by the language of birds and other animals according to David Abram. For Indigenous people every animal and every plant were intimately connected to the human community by a vast network of myths and stories which ran like an unbroken thread through the human culture, through the forests and rivers, through the dreamworld and into the cosmos.
The earth is not insulted by human language, it is only frightened of human language when it has become overly disembodied and dissociated and depends too much on analysis and separation. The earth wants to hear our magnificent poetry. The earth enjoys hearing itself reflected and magnified by human beings. When humans begin to give voice to the Goshawk or the Elder tree it is a sign that they are beginning to remember that their destiny is intimately entwined with these other beings. Every time a human being gives voice to mountains and rivers the machine momentarily grinds to a halt and the foundations of the empire crumble a little bit more. The earth is relieved to hear our poetry because poetry is a negentropic force, a force against destruction and the earth is aware of that.