October 29, 2011

To Meet and Be Met

study of an apple, by Paul Cézanne

I feel it now: there's a power in me
to grasp and give shape to the world.

I know nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

From The Book of Hours I, 1


  1. this is both thrilling and frightening. how much power does any one i hold? the power of creation? well then, just what are we experiencing in this world, a multi-fold of individual gods projecting their own personal versions of reality?

    and yet i know this is true. on the most basic level this is true. and in its way it is sad.

    does something/anything exist outside of us as solid as we want to believe it does? is there a truth independent of our personal gesticulations? oh, i do not want to be responsible for any making. I do not want to be responsible.


  2. wow! i used to be afraid to think of the possibility that everything became when i caused it to be. it seemed sacrilegious but then being honest with myself it was - as erin writes - thrilling and frightening - what to do with that possibility? steven


"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!