Creative Cave Collections Vol. III – The Natural Knowing

Don’t Tell Me

Don’t tell me from

Looking at your screen

Behind your PC

Inside your office

Consumed in your city – trapped

That what I feel here

Listening to our stream

In front of our big tree

Outside in our forest

Immersed in nature – free

Is not real. Don’t tell me that.

Don’t tell me that you have also tried to tell an astronaut that weightlessness is purely a product of his perception?

Because I will tell you that, like the astronaut, we are in a different space.

Don’t tell me that you cannot accept that.

Gone the Friends of Silence

On Baviaanskloof nights, I wonder…where the mammals have gone…

Does the silence know that it only has sipping slurping streams and

Crackling chattering campfire as companions?

Lying in a cave where San used to be

I wonder now that the

Cape Lion are gone

Brown Hyena are gone

Migrating Elephant are gone

Cape Leopard almost gone

And Rhino are behind fences in valleys away

How does that make me feel?

I wonder why I feel safe and I feel content

Not knowing how it once must have been to target and be targeted

By a lurking terrestrial mammal in the shadows.

I wonder about the San: did they feel safe and content?

Before being targeted by the cruellest predator of them all

Like another inconvenient terrestrial mammal in the shadows.

But I feel safe now.

And I feel content here.

Though I wonder -

Is my life any richer for that?