(Do you ever wonder about. . . .
The Martha(s) will serve and clear tables and see to the children. Mary will also do what Mary(s) do. . . .puff up the pillows and sit at the Master’s feet. It is a tenuous thread that speaks of a psychologically explainable condition. Yet it does raise the hackles. It should as long as it is human skin one wears. And when one does not. . . the rest will be observable.
It may all be illusion. . . but in this particular reality, illusion has a substance one must work with.
Getting lost in great crowds of people, great numbers, gives one a sense of immortality. The great numbers are proof that the world continues to spin and as long as we are on the carousel and keep putting in our nickels, we too go around. But comes a time out of sheer exhaustion even the make believe ponies stop going around. And the time for sifting and sorting from too long on the merry go round has to be done.
The true state of genius is having the courage to say I don’t understand and ask for an explanation. Understanding the basic premise makes it easier to build the pyramid as you make your way up. The broader the base, the easier it is to build on it.
We are all safe. All safe. The journey is not a trial run. It is for real but like a class on the way to graduation, it must be passed eventually.
Kiss the moon into Being. It serves to fuel the hot rocks of the day.
Photo by John Holmes
4 responses to “The Mind’s Sampler”
e mail from Al. . . I like the “we are all safe line”. It helps after the loss of my sister.
Al, We are always safe and we are not abandoned. As we said when our David left us, the real tragedy would have been if we had never known him. It is so with your sister. Take comfort in the knowledge that we are safe.
Wonderful truths. the image of the pyramid with the broad base is staying with me. I have a feeling it may wind up in some of my drawings. And love your moon poetry.
email from Suzanne. . . . I am treasuring ALL these words! Blessings, Suzanne