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Traveling Together
by WS Merwin
If we are separated, I will
try to wait for you
on your side of things
your side of the wall and the water
and of the light moving at its own speed
even on leaves that we have seen
I will wait on one side
while a side is there
“I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isn’t. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who
I am. Say I
am You.”
–Rumi
“There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. His. It has to be seen to be believed. And it has to be heard. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard.
Some people say that the best stories have no words. It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit in the template called language.”
– Jeanette Winterson
“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.”
–unknown
This came up in the creative bubbles this morning and then some more urgent creations over rode it. I finished the book I wanted to read and came downstairs to look for Kathy’s trains, over on Lake Superior Spirit.
And now, since I’ve typed some story and some thoughts into it, this has become an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog. One that seems to be having a lust/ love affair with the Morning Trip, enough to encourage her to dress up and go out on the town for an Evening Trip.
If we get stuck in labeling, however will we get on, to the good stuffs?
I’ve been waffling in despair. I have called it feeling sorry for myself. I have called it being afraid to fail. I have called it denial. I have even looked within it and smiled for a teeeeny-tiny moment and called it knowing what feels good and right, and knowing what I want. And then, I ran me over and called it rationalizing! Seeeeeeeee…I want a prize for expert label name alternatives! I am very good at it! I am also good at distraction away from my own ouchie places. The distraction statement simply leads away from the hot seat to a safer seeming area, which it really is NOT, but YOU(the reader) doesn’t know this! Maybe my halo-ed weinie costume is an OSTRITCH?!?
Ok so now follows what I was thinking. I liked the lyrics so much, that I’m simply posting them below the video, rather than getting other supporting ponderish-type materials. Pre-PS. I would like ginger candy and white tea with raspberry for treats.
“Sometimes my visions are distant and vague
Down at the base of the mountain
Once in a while I am weak and afraid
Tired and sick of it all
I don’t believe that my story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if I fall
No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today
The questions are more than the answers I know
That doesn’t mean you are lonely
Searching for more
Consecutive goal’s
Making it worth to go on
No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today
You, and you alone is forging the path
Leave your sorrows with the past
Never believe that the story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if you fall
No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you, no one can save you today“
“There is no secret Truth, only Truths we refuse to acknowledge.
Truth undermines the self to which we so desperately cling.
The Truth is not hidden from us. We are hiding from it.”
– Rebbe Yerachmeil Ben Yisrael
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