“The window is a form of consciousness, pattern of formed sense through which to look into the wild that is a pattern too, but dark and flowing…” Wendell Berry
Memory is one of the most beautiful realities of the soul. Human memory is an inner temple of feeling & sensibility. The soul lives in eternal time. Time opens up & opens out the mystery of the soul. The mysteries that time unfold fill me with wonder….
I sit alert
behind the small window
of my mind & watch
the days pass, strangers
who have no reason to look in.
the tension between the visible & the invisible is personified in our windows….ghosts, spirits, fairies & angels are really our own souls drifting….our divine imagination…
there is a healing presence in looking out, looking within….a pause to witness life in motion, outside of us….yet, this reflection is a keen memory, not the moment….it’s always in the past….somehow windows in the soul slow this down….
The World Below the Window
The geraniums I left last night on the windowsill,
To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still,
And will be there as long as I think they will.
And will be there as long as I think that I
Can throw the window open on the sky,
A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye;
As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing,
Barges moving down a river, water flowing,
Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing,
Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying,
Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying,
In life like-giving, and in death undying.
…..William Jay Smith