asking the deeper questions of possibility

You come and go. The doors swing closed
ever more gently, almost without a shudder.
Of all those who move through the quiet houses,
you are the quietest.

We become so accustomed to you,
we no longer look up
when your shadow falls over the book we are reading
and makes it glow. For all things
sing you: at times
we just hear them more clearly.

Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.

You are a wheel at which I stand,
whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up,
revolve me nearer to the center.
Then all the work I put my hand to
widens from turn to turn.


we seek this aliveness….a way to reel in the rain that seeps under the heart, floating us into time…… is amazing to consider this oneness with the flow of rain….

I am dead because I lack desire,
I lack desire because I think I possess.
I think I possess because I do not try to give.
In trying to give, you see that you have nothing;
Seeing that you have nothing, you try to give of yourself;
Trying to give of yourself, you see that you are nothing:
Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become;
In desiring to become, you begin to live.

….Rene Daumal

we turn into this inner world without realizing we cannot turn back… is impossible to know when we fell in love with the serendipitous intimacy of struggle and the space in between our heart and our soul….

labors of the mind are no match for wonderment……

Every spark that flies at the soul
Might be as powerful as steel girders
Electric pyramids
Or oleander.

Inside this gray mist the whole ocean lives
Inside the sky
Holding images until they have softened
Into what originally made them

All the empty space between their atoms
Has swollen until it swallows them
The air, the air
Everything carries sadness in its heart.

And you? Are you lost in the Lord
Or the brickwork of the lesser Gods
Who pose for Him?
Where is your tongue now?

And the magpie said,
I have left it in the nest I build
In the black and white of my feathers
The folding of my wings

There is no doubt in me as you
Careful, careful-
You touch what has no skin
And cannot shed it.

Wear the rain of the day in prayer:
The rush of water over indentations
Is the sound of chanting
And no journey ever ends.

…….Lee van Laer

9 thoughts on “asking the deeper questions of possibility

    • as always, the perfect visionary and poetic line to convey the heart’s wanderings…..may interesting discoveries meet you along the journey g.f.s….

  1. Beautiful… “it is impossible to know when we fell in love with the serendipitous intimacy of struggle and the space in between our heart and our soul….”

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