The song of the ants

She said that she was hanging by a thread

Find yourself a tree I said

Some dirt

Sit awhile

Close your eyes

And listen for the song of the ants

Lifting several times their body weight

They come

Plying bitten off leaves

The seeds of grass and flowers

Working together

Their communities are powerful

They do what they shouldn’t possibly be able

By listening to the earth

Remaining stable

As the humans above

Spin

Out of control

Our great big brains tuned in

To the echoes of thoughts that have been thought and thought and thought

For a Millenia

Where has it got us?

Sitting in the dirt

Back to a tree

Waiting for the grounded wisdom of ants

To rise up through the leaves

And permeate

Even the thickest of skulls

*header photo taken when I dropped morning tea down to Steve this morning. I like to sit down…