It Takes Many Lifetimes to Learn. . . .

Word reaches that there are issues with some of my  posts that  are unreal;  that perhaps I don’t know how the real world works.  I write what I know, not  hope or pretend.  As Lawrence O’Donnell commented on  President Biden’s Inaugural, experience is  something you cannot teach.  We always knew it, I think,  just never applied it to ourselves.  Seldom are we lauded for our experience, mostly they say that  we are simply old.

When I say we go to an earned place when we die, I know it.  It has taken a long time for me to be upfront with memories and no, some of them are not good; have even put me in cardiac arrest. 

Since  teaching we are in the world creation business  by the late Robert Nozick, contemporary philosopher, I would create a heaven dispensary if it were already not so.

If life were not everlasting, I would follow the daffodil or if hard pressed, even the mushroom because they come up year after year forever.  It has taken many lifetimes to learn what little I know.

I understand that heaven’s remedial classes are now instituted to get a head start on Dr. Jonas Salk’s Conscious Evolution. This is evolution not to just survive but to evolve to a higher form of human potential, with the spiritual aspects of more compassion, empathy and the heart elements like love and the more stingy,  sharing.

I  came dragging a foot from a world where learning was held sacred and  have lived a functioning life for almost a  hundred years. Not easy .  but doable.  But thinking I should wear a hazmat suit for protection from cynicism which may yet do me in.

The  Poet’s Memories

Torn from an event
with memories still alive
and placed in an incubator to breathe,
are poets expected to live.

Leaving a world incomplete,
they wander in vegetation
totally unfamiliar  and expected to survive.
And give rise to credence
in a world with no root,
where trees are shades
of others more vivid.

Whose flowers whisper their names
in a forgotten language,
whose people are ghosts of livelier images,
all crowding the nimbus.

Where horizons are vast
and what eyes behold are stark lines
dividing two dimensional realities
pretending a depth that fools not a one.

Where snow sheds its stars
on a crystal night and the night becomes
a holy night eliciting unexpected
extravagances bestowing grace.

All grasped in a moment’s vision 
to linger through worlds creating ulcers
by gnawing the viscera with dreams not completed.

The poet’s pen translates worlds
of mean existences from memories held
long in the heart’s pocket.
Translates the colors of those other places
where winds caressed and sun bathed 
a skin unlike his own.

In another place and time he walks
and because he does 

his memories give rise to an Other’s dream.

poem written January 1988

photo by Claudia Hallissey

7 Responses to It Takes Many Lifetimes to Learn. . . .

  1. Catherine January 25, 2021 at 6:52 am #

    Although I am not certain, perhaps many of us have past lives filled with experiences but we do not remember them or have the courage to remember them. Thank you for sharing your experiences and the wisdom you draw from them. With love.

  2. maria wulf January 25, 2021 at 10:03 am #

    I have to sit with this Veroncia. Let the words and images do their work. As so often happens when I read your words, I don’t have any of my own to offer. But they speak of other levels of existence that seem just beyond me.

  3. Veronica Hallissey January 25, 2021 at 12:47 pm #

    Email: from Mark J

    As you have pointed out, we learn from experience, but we also bring something with us when we arrive. Hopefully we’ll also leave something positive behind when we move on as you continue to do. I am still enjoying your posts after all these years. with love- Mark

    this quote also from Mark. . . “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come” ― William Wordsworth

  4. Veronica Hallissey January 25, 2021 at 12:56 pm #

    This Mark J also is a child of mine but from a different mother. And he brings his favorite quote. . . long ago his favorite. . . ‘trailing clouds of glory’ . . .so glad to hear from you. . and so glad for you to bring along William Wordsworth. . .

  5. Veronica Hallissey January 25, 2021 at 1:33 pm #

    Catherine. . .thank you for commenting. When to speak of memories not only takes courage to confront but also timing so as not to dismantle lives of commitment. Though we may be of the same family, we come from different worlds. But these are crucial times with power indiscriminately placed in those not fully understanding. And of seeker’s questionable altruism. We all need to discuss this problem. So good to hear from you.

  6. Veronica Hallissey January 25, 2021 at 1:35 pm #

    Maria, . . I hope my words as well as other contemporary writers serve to broaden all of us. Now outside the circle looking in we may be but soon we are included and our first words are, ‘of course, but I knew that!’ In communication with the forest and with the animals, you are already part of the connectedness. This connection is an earned one and should be honored. So glad to hear from you.

  7. Veronica Hallissey February 7, 2021 at 12:53 am #

    email from Janet Hamilton, blogger. . . . I love your blog it’s magical and true

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