Last night I walked alone, along the rim of it, and breathed deep the delicious air. I closed my eyes and flew out my bedroom window and soared into a million nightlights.
The moon was in its last quarter and the darkening of it complimented the Constellations waking into their own. At every sunset, inhabitants of the zodiac wait patiently for Earth to subdue herself. For it is only then that they can begin to awaken into one moment of fluidity.
As I watched the profoundness of it, I sensed a slight touch of madness. A whisper of a breeze really, as it began to unfold itself and take root in my thoughts. Within the madness is clarity, reckless abandon. And for me, that is exactly where I want to be. Just on the rim. Just on the edge where all is defined.
As I drifted along in the shadow of what was left of the moon, skipping from one light to another, I saw him, the son of Neptune, the mighty Hunter and master of the winter sky, wielding his sword in pursuit of Taurus. I was so mesmerized by Orion and Sirius, his hunting-dog that I nearly didn’t see the amazing streak of light that seemed to have shot from out of nowhere. In that instant it pierced my senses with a shock of electricity, and sucked the breath from me as it made its way across the night sky.
Since moving to the Pacific North West I’ve begun, what is to be my last journey, and intent on not missing the wonders of God, I have taken leave of my self: a conscious decision. Everything is alive. Everything breathes. Energy of trees electrify me. Ocean winds speak to me. Rocks convey their tranquility. Birds come around to tell their tales. The sun, the moon, and the stars open the inner person of me that has lain dormant for too long. Judgment takes a back seat to the spectral normalcy of my madness, and my life finally makes sense.
It was there all along but in my self-absorption, I missed it. Now, I fly. Now, I talk with crows. Now, I sit quietly as rocks, wind and ocean-spray execute their concert for my enjoyment. And enjoy it I do. Now, the trees speak to me. Now, I listen. Now, I see. Now, I live deliberately.
"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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—Mark Twain, 1896
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
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1 comment:
"Poiche' le sue invisibili qualita', perfino la sua sempiterna potenza e Divinita', si vedono chiaramente fin dalla creazione del mondo, perche' si comprendono dalle cose fatte, cosi' che sono inescusabili."
Romani 1:20
La creazione stessa attesta fermamente l'esistenza di Dio...e le sue meravigliose qualita'.
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