Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episodeI get back to basics and read a poem I wrote today. It is essentially a sequel to another poem “Adventures at Doctors Point in Summer”. It’s simply a distillation of the thoughts I had on one of my many scenic and therapeutic bike rides through the countryside. Now lets get straight to the poem!
The “narrows” on the way to “Doctors Point” bike track Alexandra NZ
Adventures at Doctors Point in Winter Poem by Martin Anton Smith July 31 2021.
It’s Saturday, and as always the body is slow to get into gear.
The crawling feeling of low vibrational energy is a continuing story.
This of course becomes worse with winter dampness and low light.
The feeling can be reversed via physical activity or waiting it out till afternoon.
Today I chose the former, and so on my bike to ‘Doctors Point’ I did go.
The Bike is good but aging and is now only running on two gears instead of one-score and eight.
The Bike is an allegory for embodied life, and especially mine in the morning.
So down to the ancient-but-still-as-it-was riverway with it’s ancient craggy clefts and giant rock outcrops.
In a narrow pass I stop to allow another biker through as we both cannot pass at once.
“they don’t call it “the Narrows” for nothin’ ” I say, these days I sound more and more like an old timer.
The next two oncoming bikers career towards me with danger, despite being on a wide path with room to share.
And I think of a possibly wise but imperfect saying:
“Two people crossing in opposite directions on a path made for one, will do so easily, if they are self aware.
Two people crossing in opposite directions on a path made for many, will collide if they are not”.
In this case, less options – that is a narrow path – kicked two people into mutual self awareness and so well-being,
While more options clouded perceptions in the minds, and so led to potential danger.
I think we have been told more options are always better than less, this is an obfuscation.
And those doing the obfuscating I’m sure have been making a lot of money.
The beginning of the ride is to be aware of my weakness, my body machine has not yet overcome its low vibrations.
Half way through the body has recognised it has been asked to perform, and now the cosmic pharmacy is delivering.
I begin to feel how normal happy people feel like all the time – which I know isn’t actually true at all.
With western societal decline, deep down I know by now most people suffer from low vibrational energy.
How could we not all feel this way?
After all, we have all been swindled by city cubicles, screens, salaries, lunchbreaks and advertisements so as to deplete our vitality.
In the modern Western system, It is normal to feel abnormal, as the neo-feudal system needs compliant zombies.
I am at the apogee of the trail – I stop for the usual few minutes to try to channel & contact the supreme being.
The baron rocky canyon on the other side of the riverside shows its history by the words written in its many wrinkles.
It also functions as an echo chamber, and so of course I oblige “I am here, speak to me” I say.
I wait for a reply, it comes in cascading and regressive volumes, my now lowering voice is rendered by the rocks.
I half think that one day, a different voice will reply with something like “I knew you’d come looking for me one day”.
The outer shell veneer of my helmet breaks off, so I think of the world as a place of false veneers vs. hidden truths.
On the way back and the body machine has now fully prescribed it’s chemicals and hormones – I fly up the inclines.
And then a few minutes in, the answer to the echo experiment comes in – a pebble came from the sky and hits me.
I think it would be a wise system for the grand creator not to use the language of the lower entities but to instead use symbols.
Symbols allow communication-at-a-distance to those who are ready to accept that truth is always stranger than fiction.
There are two kinds of people in this world – people who ask ‘what’s beyond the cave’s shadows’ and those that don’t.
Did I really catch a glimpse of the higher plane of existence that exists outside the ‘cave’s shadows’ today?
I think I did, and aint that great that this happened on my bike at Doctors Point in Winter 2021.
I can already hear the placking of the keyboards from the heavily fluoxetined corporate materialist surface dwellers.
I rest easy because the Big Cheese would never hand the keys to unlock the mysteries of reality to such fools.
But then again could I be wrong?
Was it just a ‘bike ride’ or was it an epistemological infused natural chemical high on wheels?
For that, I will leave to the reader to decide, as I do not wish to court controversy.
I’d much rather sit on the fence, yell at the sky and wait for the echo reply
“Of course silly! you were right all along!”
End of Poem
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