Sunday, May 20, 2012
NOTE: I WILL BE OFFLINE FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR SO. ENJOY THE LOVELY SPRING!
The Mystery
Some come at it
with weights and measures,
some waving a sieve.
Some sing to it,
ballads and carols,
hoping to coax forth
its hidden center,
unwind the sheath
of who it is.
Some tap on it,
or deal heavy blows
with hammers,
trying to smash
its thick shield
force it to bow down.
Some seek ways to clamber in,
explore its hidden vaults
and chambers.
Some lie down beside it,
breathe its cool scent,
become its own self.
(from The Ley Lines of the Soul, Poems of Ecstasy and Ascension)
(The above image was found on the internet some time ago--I no longer recall the source.)
