One of my favorite poems, and certainly my favorite American poet.
The Waking
– Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go….
etc.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything/That’s how the light gets in.”
— Canadian poet and song-writer, Leonard Cohen (via Truth to Power blog)
“Good bye, I said to my conscience,
Goodbye, for aye and aye,
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely,
Returned not from that day.”
— Conscience and Remorse, Paul Lawrence Dunbar
Jill Bolte Taylor on rebuilding your own mind (thanks to NonE from Sunni Maravillosa’s blog):
My Comment
Ignore the canned laughter. How amazingly similar this is to the religious experiences of neti-neti (not this, not this) and samadhi... (back with more later)