I guess we thought technology was efficiency, but efficiency is not just speed and the amount of production – efficiency is the amount you get out based on the amount you put in. Fukuoka’s “do-nothing” farming is not about doing nothing; it’s about utilizing and working with nature’s built-in efficiency. Let nature do the work. Be the orchestrator. Then the crops and insects will sing, and we too may sing – we may even write poetry.
I wrote a poem while watching the documentary. Idyllic scenes of green rooftops and happy sheep inspired some creativity:
***
Roots reverse factories
Plant the seeds
Incite symbiosis
And from air
Carbon sinks
Roots draw nutrients
Hold them deep
Like pollen to the bee
Tell me,
The last time soil left
your hands dirty,
ready to feed
Could we release
Our machineries
And firmly grasp
Nature’s opportunities
Find – healing
Spirituality and
Harmony?
Could we replace
Warming ceilings
With cooling leaves
Tell me,
The last time your eyes
Met green
Between horizon and skies
***
The One-Straw Revolution may be one of my new favorite books. Thought provoking doesn’t do it justice. I think the most influential parts of the book for me were the aspects of philosophy. Lately, I have been asking myself what my purpose is here, what kind of impact I can really make. Fukuoka believes it’s ok to not understand the meaning of life. “We have been born and are living on the earth to face directly the reality of living” (Fukuoka 112). I interpret this as a call to not waste time worrying about how to live but to simply live in tune with the rest of life around us. Perhaps this is the “reality of living,” which applies to permaculture in various ways. Before you start farming, you observe the land, watch how life naturally lives. When eating local and seasonal food, we are living and in tune with other life forms around us.
I read The One-Straw Revolution laying on a blanket all day outside my dorm. After finishing, I wrote inside the cover:
Now I see. How nature is not part of me, but me part of it. Or maybe there is no “me,” only life that transforms perpetually. I read this book from beginning to end as the sun illuminates and descends. I want to cry on the last page. I have lost sense of time and age.