It is a secret which every intellectual man quickly learns, that, beyond the energy of his possessed and conscious intellect, he is capable of a new energy (as of an intellect doubled on itself), by abandonment to the nature of things; that, beside his privacy of power as an individual man, there is a great public power, on which he can draw, by unlocking, at all risks, his human doors, and suffering the ethereal tides to roll and circulate through him: then he is caught up into the life of the Universe, his speech is thunder, his thought is law, and his words are universally intelligible as the plants and animals. The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly, or, ‘with the flower of the mind;’ not with the intellect, used as an organ, but with the intellect released from all service, and suffered to take its direction from its celestial life; or, as the ancients were wont to express themselves, not with intellect alone, but with the intellect inebriated by nectar. As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse’s neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world. For if in any manner we can stimulate this instinct, new passages are opened for us into nature, the mind flows into and through things hardest and highest, and the metamorphosis is possible……Ralph Waldo Emerson
this remarkable wild mind we cherish is really the most vivid within the wild soul…..we fulfill a vital spiritual risk through the paradox of comprehending the seemingly superfluous…wandering in and out of our truest necessity…..may we be the depth we seek…..
I can’t see you, but I know you’re here. I feel it. You’ve been hanging around since I got here. I wish I could see your face. Just look into your eyes and tell you how good it is to be here. Just to touch something. See that’s cold; that feels good. Or to smoke. Have coffee. Or if you do it together, that’s fantastic. Or to draw. You know, you take a pencil and you make a dark line, then you make a light line and together it’s a good line. Or when your hands are cold and you rub them together. See that’s good, that feels good. There’s so many good things, but you’re not here. I’m here. I wish you were here. I wish you could talk to me…cuz I’m a friend…….Peter Falk’s character communicating with an angel in Wim Wenders film, Wings of Desire.
The ‘None Others,’ death, shadow, romance, consciousness, and spirit- arguably the most profound mysteries of human life. Wrestling with the None Others- as one might with an angel- is essential for cultivating a soulful relationship to life. In order to live your soul into the world, you must continuously loosen your beliefs about who you are. In the process of reclaiming your wholeness, you will find many fragments of soul in the shadow, where the Loyal Soldier hid them to keep you from accidentally stumbling upon dangerous secrets. Discovering the mysterious core of your consciousness will do the same. And certainly spirit has some things to say about your true identity. When it’s over, you’ll want to be confident you made your life particular and real. You’ll want to know you did not shrink from an intimate conversation with the great existential givens of life. You will reach your trembling hand into the dark shadow behind you. You will say yes to the dying that is as much a part of romance as its joys. You will discover what remains of consciousness after the mind is quieted. And you will forge your own intimate relationship with the Divine…..Bill Plotkin