a compulsion toward integrity of sky

where is finite?

where is finite?

Nature has many tricks wherewith she convinces man of his infinity, – the ceaseless flow of the tides, the fury of storm, the shock of the earthquake, the long roll of heavens artillery, – but the most tremendous, the most stupefying of all, is the passive phase of the White Silence. All movement ceases, the sky clears, the heavens are as brass; the slightest whisper seems sacrilege, and man becomes timid, affrighted at the sound of his own voice. Sole speck of life journeying across the ghostly wastes of a dead world, he trembles at his audacity, realizes that his is a maggots life, nothing more. Strange thoughts arise unsummoned, and the mystery of all things strives for utterance. And the fear of death, of God, of the universe, comes over him, – the hope of the Resurrection and the life, the yearning for immortality, the vain striving of the imprisoned essence, – it is then, if ever, man walks alone with God….Jack London

the magical and frightening night turns to day, and what are we to make of the turn of the soul?…..can we feel our underlying unity in the cool dawn breeze?…..as our compassion deepens, so does our capacity to witness a new kind of mercy for paradox……let us wear warm socks, wake slowly, and welcome whatever fears we can hold….

When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash – at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the ‘newness,’ the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance…..Thomas Merton

can our great illusions alight gently?

At dawn Henry picked up his stick.

It wasn’t too short or too long.

It wasn’t too thick or too thin.

Like the wilderness, it was the way it should be.

Henry looked out over the world.

And then descended into the rising mist.

..Thomas Locker

7 thoughts on “a compulsion toward integrity of sky

  1. My best contemplation is feeling the rotation of the earth, the revolution around the sun, the sun spiral through the galaxy, the galaxy swirl through the universe, feeling the wave of influence of the untold others into forever. The soul can’t help but feel its divine spark, its place woven into the fabric of all … God in man, made manifest … How many time I spoke those word, and just now understood. Thank you …

    • isn’t it funny how equally intimate the vast universe and Basho’s gentle frog can be…….as if the soul sees them with equal heart…..as if the soul connects them to our ancestors…..a vast & wise journey you travel here g.f.s….

  2. I love this, Blue. We need never surrender to a moment of ‘just enough’. Life waits on the step only so long. One of my favorite quotes ~ “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

    • …..like falling into your own special ‘imaginative home’……making it come alive……love the magic of this…..so enchanting yet grounded in ‘making it happen’……thanks for this insight into making the divine an everyday endeavor…..a starlit night sky to you Bobbie..

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