I want to utter you. I want to portray you
not with lapis or gold, but with colors made of apple bark.
There is no image I could invent
that your presence would not eclipse.
mmmmm. i like this. in terms of god, yes, but i have to admit that was only in my third reading, but rather i read it in terms of writing and characters. i think it is wonderful either way, the every day possibility and accessibility of apple butter is brilliant to me.
What a great tapestry today — lapis, gold, apple bark, Rilke and Rumi! Yes, you have nailed it, Andrew. God can never be defined or imagined, only experienced — and only experienced in one's own individual way. Love the Rumi poem, Ruth. So appropriate. I am so moved that I am leaving this desk immediately to walk into the cathedral of gorgeous February skies that hang over the coastline this morning.
i wonder why apple bark? my first association was a memory of a friend who burned different woods for their colours. then into the space of what is being described here - i wonder at God as removed and personified here - "you" and "you're". i'm wondering if this is something else all together...... steven
And what I get from Rumi is that the material world is an illusion where I think I am safe. In surrender, in silence is where I can experience Reality.
Yes, the lapis and the gold (reminded of Catholic and other religions' panoplies here) can only approximate - rather the apple bark colours - but nothing will get close, even synaesthesia ...
ha! i laugh at what comes out sometimes without intention - apple butter. i must have been hungry. apple bark. yes. and just when i write it's brilliant. clearly, Rilke was, and i am not. ha!
I expect Rilke is again speaking of God. As I am learning, God cannot be imagined, only experienced.
ReplyDeleteNot imagined, only experienced. Thank you, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteLines from Rumi today echo Rilke here:
Then you asked, Where have you been most comfortable?
In the palace.
What did you see there?
Amazing things.
Then why is it so desolate?
Because all that can be taken away in a second.
Who can do that?
This clear discernment.
Where can you live safely?
In surrender.
Is there no threat of disaster?
Only what comes in your street,
inside your love.
Now silence. If I tell you more of this conversation,
those listening would leave themselves.
There would be no more door,
no roof or windows either.
mmmmm. i like this. in terms of god, yes, but i have to admit that was only in my third reading, but rather i read it in terms of writing and characters. i think it is wonderful either way, the every day possibility and accessibility of apple butter is brilliant to me.
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What a great tapestry today — lapis, gold, apple bark, Rilke and Rumi! Yes, you have nailed it, Andrew. God can never be defined or imagined, only experienced — and only experienced in one's own individual way. Love the Rumi poem, Ruth. So appropriate. I am so moved that I am leaving this desk immediately to walk into the cathedral of gorgeous February skies that hang over the coastline this morning.
ReplyDeletei wonder why apple bark? my first association was a memory of a friend who burned different woods for their colours. then into the space of what is being described here - i wonder at God as removed and personified here - "you" and "you're". i'm wondering if this is something else all together...... steven
ReplyDeleteAnd what I get from Rumi is that the material world is an illusion where I think I am safe. In surrender, in silence is where I can experience Reality.
ReplyDeleteWe live in this world, not for this world. I will have to google apple bark...
ReplyDelete..colors made of apple bark... love this.. rilke has such creative images..
ReplyDeleteGod cannot be imagined, only experienced.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
So succinct, yet so big and full, all-encompassing.
We are having amazing late February winds and skies in Brooklyn right now.
Yes, the lapis and the gold (reminded of Catholic and other religions' panoplies here) can only approximate - rather the apple bark colours - but nothing will get close, even synaesthesia ...
ReplyDeleteha! i laugh at what comes out sometimes without intention - apple butter. i must have been hungry. apple bark. yes. and just when i write it's brilliant. clearly, Rilke was, and i am not. ha!
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erin
Can I just type thank you on every post?
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