[The ASMR Life] ◊ Meditation Poetry Ambiental Experiment ◊ Birds, Leaves, Music

Ambiental music by NightmareOwl: https://www.youtube.com/user/NightmareOwlMusic
Hello friends ♡ This is a short experiment I made. I wrote a sort of long poem and I included it in a meditation session at the park. I looked a bit serious because people were staring at me, haha! I write every single day and I am currently writing a long novel. If any of you takes time to read and listen to this it will mean the world to me, and a great honour. This is a very shy attempt at making a short film. Needless to say, I have a long way to go... The main idea is to present ASMR as something our grandfathers and great grandfathers naturally experienced. It is a way of remembering who we are. A huge thank you goes to my friend NightmareOwl for creating the song I used around minute 08:40
You can my original text below. I truly hope you can appreciate it and find some comfort in this video! It means a lot to me.
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TEXT:
Today, like many other days,
I try to run away from the noise,
hoping to find a sense of calmness,
a moment of peace and quiet.
I am constantly looking for silence,
Life seems to be made of frenzy, chaos and emotions.
There are friends to meet, places to visit,
responsibilities, work, study, passions to cultivate.
And sometimes, we are so busy
that we are unable to see what is around us,
or remember who we are.
I therefore seek refuge in nature,
in its treasure chest filled with sounds
far away from time,
far away from the noise that has devoured our society
and that somehow swallowed us too.
In just a few seconds, something magical happens:
My past and my future no longer exist.
At this moment, I exist. Here and now.
The chant of birds whispers secrets
made out of fragile branches kissed by the sun,
caresses of wind woven in summer warmth.
And for a moment, I let the past go.
I surrender to nature, I let myself be lulled by her
I let her whisper in my ear everything I could be
if only I had the courage to break out of the cage of my fear.
With the hand of a caring mother,
she speaks to me through the roaring of her leaves,
and the flow of her small rivers
crossing her like impatient veins.
Nothing had ever seemed so unbearably beautiful to me.
And thanks to the silence, the soul begins to speak.
I feel like a being buried deeper inside of me, with immense love
reproaches me for not spending enough time appreciating
the present moment for what it is.
Without focusing on what it could be or on the bitterness of what it could have been, and never will.
Simply appreciating what is already here, before my eyes.
The sound of my steps on the crisp leaves,
the intrigued looks of passersby,
a light breeze cuddling my skin,
the dance of bees around perfect flowers.
This is the ASMR life.
And I wonder if my grandparents
and my great-grandparents
and their parents,
have ever felt dazed whilst looking at the same sky
giving improbable and mysterious shapes to the clouds.
I wonder if they have ever stopped and listened to
the sound of a crackling fire or the chant of cicadas,
I wonder if a shiver ran down their backs
when, on tiptoe, the mother would tell them a story before sleep,
ever so gently, in a whisper.
Something tells me that they felt the same way,
and it is through this meditation in nature,
that we finally get to hold each other's hand.
And this connection is the true richness of life.