A Nocturne to Eutierria

A Nocturne to Eutierria

In the incandescent glare of artificial light, the deafening roar of the anthrophony and the suffocation of earth smells,

a cosmos of nocturnal experience is lost to us.

We are blinded by the light, the sounds of life are silenced by decibels

and the olfactory has been shut down.

An ocean of experience is hidden from our eyes by a haze of glowing tungsten, florescent neon, hot halogen and dazzling diodes.

If it is not the cacophony of air conditioners, road and air traffic,

it is the digital roar inside the earphones … cancelling out the symphony of nature.

Empty Nightjars.

Dogs pity us when rich, earthly smells are lost to the stench of deodorants in our armpits.

To see the night, hear its sounds and smell its perfume excretions,

we must avoid the knock-out lights,

clear our blocked noses

and enter a place that is lit by the moon, given voice by biophony and odour from the forest.

The feeling of earthly oneness,

the obliteration of the separation of the self from the other, is eutierria …

a good earth feeling.

In a state of eutierria the night is no longer a place of black holes,

but a good darkness where the senses attune to the harmony of sights, sounds and smells of our living earth and its universe.

Full Nightjars.