there is no place like the final truth

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In midsummer, under the luminous
sky of everlasting light,

the laced structures of thought
fall away

like the filigrees of the white
diaphanous

dandelion turned pure white and
ghostly,

hovering at the edge of its own
insubstantial

discovery in flight. I’ll do the same,
watch

the shimmering dispersal of tented
seeds

lodge in the tangled landscape
without

the least discrimination. So let my own
hopes

escape the burning wreck of ambition,
parachute

through the hushed air, let them spread
elsewhere,

into the tangled part of life that refuses
to be set straight.

Herod searched for days looking for
the children.

The mind’s hunger for fame will hunt down
all innocence.

Let them find safety in the growing wild.
I’ll not touch them there.

….David Whyte

where is the final knowing and how does it present its clarity? where does the ocean meet the sky? who can really see the detail embedded in the heart? how do we hold each other?

Sometimes, when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far off farm,
I hold still and listen a long time.

My soul turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.

My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal, and a cloud bank.
Then changed and odd it comes home
And asks me questions. What should I reply?

….Hermann Hesse

the unutterable

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter…….James Earl Jones

2 thoughts on “there is no place like the final truth

  1. Surely, it’s as easy as the one day we looked upon something we had a hundred times before, but now……….it is changed and there is more. My experience convinces me – there is a depth that can only be seen through tears, a holiness to everything that can only be felt with a broken heart. ❤

    • We honor our broken hearts, our precious little dreams, and our soul utterances so that we may know each other’s journey….with gratitude for you and the way you hold sacred space dear Bobbie…..

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