L A N D S C A P E
Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about
spiritual patience? Isn't it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?
Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.
Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky--as though
all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings.
~ Mary Oliver
I love the respect that Mary Oliver has for the dreaming time, the inward time, the fertile darkness of turning inward. The crows can fly, she suggests, because they spent all night dreaming of how they would like their lives to be.
We value action so highly in this culture that it can be difficult to allow ourselves this very necessary inward time. Thank you for taking this time for yourself. Thank you for taking the time to listen, and reflect, and dream. I believe this inward, reflective time is when we create soul, and I believe this world is hungry for soul. I know that I am. So, again, thank you!
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being. Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart ...
Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach."
~ C.G. Jung