Monday, June 18, 2012

the unknown

Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark.  That's where the most important things come from, where you came from, and where you will go. . . The things we want are transformative, and we don't know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation.   Love, wisdom, grace, inspiration -- how do you go about finding these things that are in some ways about extending the boundaries of self into unknown territory.  How do you calculate upon the unforeseen?  It seems to be an art of recognizing the role of the unforeseen, of keeping balance amid surprises, of collaborating with chance, of recognizing that there are essential mysteries in the world and thereby a limit to calculation, to plan, to control.  To calculate on the unforeseen is perhaps exactly the paradoxical operation that life requires of us.

That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost.

- Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

emphasis



Death is promised to the bee
Who's sting protects the colony.
Was its life worth nothing more
Than honey for the queen?

Life is a branch and it is a dove,

Handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply,
When church bells make no sound.

In hollow towers and empty hives,

We craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand
In an hourglass?

The smartest thing I've ever learned

Is that I don't have all the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in comparison

To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.

It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis
On how we should have lived.

Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.

Six billion pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed,
Sent to where we live.

But the sweetest thing I've ever heard

Is that I don't have to have the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in comparison

To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.