We’re tossed into life, headlong and heartlong,
into swirls of fragility,
which eventually merge us with all that’s foundational.
come into the fold of a radical undertaking…….the underpinning of a more gentle charisma……
For man, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme
triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. Whatever the unborn and dead may know,
they cannot know the beauty, the marvel of being alive in the flesh. The dead may look after the
afterwards. But the magnificent here and now of life in the flesh is ours, and ours alone and
ours only for a time. We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh,
and part of the living incarnate cosmos. I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am
part of the earth, my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My soul knows that I
am part of the human race, my soul is an organic part of the great human soul, as my spirit is
part of my nation. In my very own self, I am part of my family. There is nothing of me that is
alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it
is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.
Now is the time to listen within,
tend our inner garden mindfully
until new flowers,
new blessings can blossom.