Existence Is Primary

This piece was written for a HitRECord contribution based on this image.
Record can be found here. It was written with the intention to capture the stillness of being when you are one with your surroundings and present with nature.


Once in a day of a time where the world halted in its revolve
Every living thing stood still, freeze-framed in this breath
A streaming gust of wind that flows through the trees,
whistle as it weaves through the branches
Rustles the abundant crisp, lush leaves,
every single one creating a symphony in harmony.

This breath of sounds seep through my being
Beat my eardrums to its rhythm,
fills the spirals of my cochlea,
flowing sound waves flood every crevasse of my brain
synching my heart to beat as one with it.

A surfing surge of peace soaks my bloodstream
Turning any turmoil to green,
not the colour of envy but tranquility
Lifting my ribcage to float in the oxygen-filled air
Feet taking root in the ground as the trees
Being, existing and living as though
my soul has walked the earth since the beginning of time.

Steadfast against thunderstorms and peril
Fighting through the sterility of the ages
Birthing life in breath,
Living of the regenerating cycles of the seasons,
Sunlight growing hope and faith rising to reach the canopies
Breaking ground to dig deeper into the soils of history
Bearing fruit in the grace of existence.


- Swit Marie
16th October 2020
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Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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