don't flinch.....

We belly up to our own fears……

From Parabola…. a special place to pause & renew (too special to call it a magazine)…

A man meets his life most poignantly in moments of painful contraction and expansion. At those moments he senses the difference between being present and being taken. If he keeps himself open to the question, he will move in what he believes is a fruitful direction.
Many roads will beckon: art, studies, perhaps drugs – other pursuits. He may not find the answer to his fundamental question but he senses that a reality is escaping him; perhaps that something within himself can change existence. Maybe he has a fleeting feeling while listening to a passage of music, or is struck by a word, by nature. Perhaps some flash appears in the midst of love, of sorrow, or joy – a moment of ah…! Something is here, strange, wondrous…………….And at that moment, a door opens. He may or may not go further. The chances are that the pull of gravity will close the door. He will be shut away from his ever-present possibility. Back to the office and workplace, to vacations, to family, to having a good time/bad time, getting and spending. The door may never open again – or will it?

……………………William Segal

This given to stay alive in heart. To keep the soul in the belly, heart and gifts. To sense what Rilke writes about ‘the vast night’…..

often I gazed at you in wonder: stood at the window begun the day before, stood and gazed at you in wonder. As yet the new city seemed forbidden to me and the strange unpersuadable landscape darkened as though I didn’t exist…………….

And then the hour struck-, but I counted too late, it tumbled on past me………….

I stood there and suddenly grasped that it was you: you were playing with me, grown-up Night, and I gazed at you in wonder………..

Your breath moved tenderly over my face. And, spread across solemn distances, your smile entered my heart.

mirage+soul+fear+night-shelter(mystery)=SoulMisted Entelechy

Don’t flinch.