the other world we’ve forgotten

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You might see an angel any time and anywhere. Of course you have to open your eyes to a kind of second level, but it’s not really hard. The whole business of what’s reality and what isn’t has never been solved and probably never will be. So I don’t care to be too definite about anything. I have a lot of edge called Perhaps and almost nothing you can call Certainty. For myself, but not for other people. That’s a place you just can’t get into, not entirely anyway, other people’s heads. I’ll just leave you with this.  I don’t care how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. It’s enough to know that for some people they exist, and that they dance……Mary Oliver

we await the suffering like condemned villains…..but when the angels arrive, we suddenly realize the power of love… did we forget again? why do we stop trusting?

if you move carefully
through the forest,

like the ones
in the old stories,

who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,

you come
to a place
whose only task

is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,

conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,

to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,

that can make
or unmake
a life,

that have patiently
waited for you,

that have no right
to go away.

…..David Whyte

Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.

…..Alan Watts

4 thoughts on “the other world we’ve forgotten

  1. It’s the falsehood of duality that we accept as truth. We need to become enchanted by singularities – For once science has given the meta-physicians a truism! May the stardust settle all around you tonight …

    • love to question all the “truths”……we live this life “as is”……questions of destiny and free will become moot…..enchantment lives on….as always g.f.s…..

  2. there is a truth we cannot explain, a certain fullness that at first seems alien, and later seems the same as the feel of our own skin, sound of a heart opening, eternity rushing in……… It is a knowledge we never knew not to know.

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