I love the dark hours of my being
in which my senses drop into the deep.
I have found in them, as in old letters,
my private life, that is already lived through,
and become wide and powerful now, like legends.
Then I know that there is room in me
for a second huge and timeless life.
But sometimes I am like the tree that stands
over a grave, a leafy tree, fully grown,
who has lived out that particular dream,
that the dead boy
(around whom its warm roots are pressing)
lost through his sad moods and his poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Current-borne, wave-flung tugged hugely by the whole
might of the ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss.
The light shines through it, and the dark enters it.
Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for
in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and
farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and
sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the
vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging,
swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial
creature, it has for its defense the violence and
power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its
being, its going, and its will.
But here rise the stubborn continents. The shelves of
gravel and the cliffs of rock break from water baldly
into air, that dry terrible outerspace of radiance and
instability, where there is no support for life.
And now, now the currents mislead and the waves
betray, breaking their endless circle, to leap up
in loud foam against rock and air, breaking. . .
What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the
dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each
morning, waking?
The Lathe of Heaven ~ Ursula K. Le Guin
love as an anchor
under the dark sky
amidst an endless storm
she chose to stay
that was her way,
using love as an anchor
to stay on the harbor,
waves upon waves
thrusting her against the jagged rocks,
silence was her defense
to others it may not make sense,
vainly hoping for the light
as she slowly descends into the night.
-dodinsky-
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill.
Where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
~Rumi~
Mindtraveller
Falconer
I travel over high mountains
through deep valleys and forests.
Crossing great rivers
in search of knowledge of the gods.
From far beyond place and time
I hear a whispering wind,
it tells me to strive on
through the horizon of my thoughts.
I am the mindtraveller
my quest is man's destiny.
Teach me secret holy spells
and the wisdom of the elderly.
Gazing into my mind
entering my soul.
Is there not a secret to unfold.
(Here I have advices to be told)
I am the mindtraveller
seeking wisdom of yore.
I am the mindexplorer
striving to know so much more.
Spirits of history fill my soul
with divine old words.
I am on the right track,
out of the haze I'll emerge.
I reach unknown corners
in the back of my mind.
Never been here before
still I recognize it all.
I hear the whispering voices
clearly all around me,
echoing in the valley
where magic intellect dwells.
Finally I can see the blind
not knowing why they exist,
I hear laments of nature,
where led the path we missed?
"On the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on - whilst all dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But, conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons."
Douglas Adams ~ The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
