And you will know also. . .
Nine years ago, when I was 80, a grandson said I should do a blog. Not knowing what a blog was, he proceeded to teach me. This perennial student did not want to disappoint the good teacher. Edited here is one of the early posts where I try to explain my views. For those who missed the first years I hope this helps to understand from where I come.
‘This is an idea spoken of since man first began to think about the purpose of life. Or perhaps his purpose on this planet. It deals with the idea that every thing is connected throughout the Ethers. That nothing happens in and of itself but is the result of an action happening because of a previous action elsewhere. However long ago. Our purpose, however wrought with meaning as we think or not, is the result of perhaps a stone let loose on some distant hill, rolling and crashing onto a field. The storm in the night is the result perhaps of an argument lamenting the arduous activity of sea lions in some obscure waters. The idea remains cleverly innate in heads looking for reasons to believe that of itself nothing exists. We are connected, one to another and one event tied us tightly to all of life. It is with this idea in mind that this poem came to be.’
Because I Know. . . .
I see worlds in motion
taking a portion of each one’s talent
for their own survival.
This is what I do with my hands.
This motion of knitting yarns to form
a piece of world to fit the mind
of an elusive soul.
See here, I, content in what I do.
I free a soul to do the Great God’s bidding
in keeping a world in motion.
See again. . . I give of my Self in this time,
to free an Other to build what may be
the perfect Universe or many.
So content that this time is mine to see
a great plan, a strategy, yet unheard.
It may not be for centuries that
that my knitting fingers will alert the senses
of a soul to keep in motion
a Life, a Being, an Idea.
Sit here with me. . .and show my hands
what to do and they will do. The task so simple
will gather other talents and make for itself
the grand design, futures down the line.
A bidding, the nature of what
has never been seen before.
I know it and because I know
you will know it also.