August 31, 2011

The Innerness of All Things

Beach with Figures and Sea with Ship

You create yourself in ever-changing shapes
that rise from the stuff of our days—
unsung, unmourned, undescribed,
like a forest we never knew.

You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can never be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as a coastline, to the shore as a ship.

From the Book of Hours II, 22

4 comments:

  1. Who creates whom? Incredible to think of Being . . . Life . . . consciousness . . . evolving, as we, persons, add our spirits and voices to the mix.

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  2. and too, what responsibility do we have in this world then, that we have in part created? (whoa~)

    LOVE how he turns the ship to the shore/shore to the ship. ah!

    xo
    erin

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  3. The problem, the challenge, is in knowing where to put all that accumulated "stuff of our days."

    Yes, we rise from it all, that is, our "ever-changing shapes" rise, but what shall I treasure and what shall I trash?

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  4. i find such a hidden depth in that line
    like a forest we never knew
    as if we are never in time with the creation at
    hand. we guess to its future and remember the bulding of yesterday but can't quite grasp what we are becoming at this moment.
    rick

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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!