Trickster

Diary

62 Diary I feel Cat. Cat feels me. There is no need to say “I am here,” for we are Here; there is no need to say “I think,” because we both Feel. Cat and I are Feeling Here and being Here with each other. Cherry Tree is Here, Feeling alongside us and Magnolia and Climbing Rose, all Feeling the Yellow beyond the Poplars, Feeling the Rain that is to follow. Feeling is older than words, it is language of World. It does not exclude, it includes all and every; it does not change, it is Change itself, a Lake we are already swimming in, Air that is already in our lungs and around our bodies. The language of Feeling needs nothing of the language of words. The language of words is the language of consumption, not the language of Power. Feeling is the language of Power; the Power of the body of the World, to speak to itself. The World is not a thing—the World is not an action or thing, it is a living Being made up of living Beings. Our bodies are not things, they are living Beings made of living Beings, all in the conversation of Feeling. The World must speak to itself, it must Feel itself, its organs and their Being, like I feel my fingers typing, like I feel my stomach is empty. Our bodies are always inside and outside. But there is not Cat and I—only the Feeling we share. My body is many bodies, many Creatures I carry. I Feel my body, I Feel with my body. Every body inside every body, outside every body, speaks with Feeling. Words are not Feelings, words are not bodies; they are nouns or verbs. Feeling is Body, the Body is the World, the Body we inhabit and the Bodies that inhabit us. Only Words or Death can separate a Body from itself—separate a Body from Feeling. Words are not Feeling. To Feel is to Join; words do not Join, words separate. Feelings do not separate, they Join. There is no way to make words Feel another, words only say themselves. The language of Feeling Feels itself as part 63 of the Feeling of Being, but the Feeling of Being is not a noun or a verb, it is both. There is no word for the Feeling of Being, for Joining. Language is not Joining, it is one speaker, one speaker at a time. Being is not one being at a time, Being is World. I do not speak to the Maple, because the Maple is not a word. I Feel the Maple, for it is a Body and my hands wave like Leaves. When the Chestnut drops its glossy Seed, I do not praise it with words, I take its Seed and eat it and the Chestnut I and Join in the Feeling of autumn rains and the moist greenness of Being. The Chestnut is the language of Feeling. I am not the Chestnut, but I am the language of Feeling. We are not one and the other; there is no addition or subtraction, only Life and the life within our life and the Lives that include us. ...