
[…]
This is what I want.
I want to keep the past like a pearl on my tongue,
to inherit the salt in my skin. I want to learn how horizon can curve
back into itself so I can say what ocean says of wreckage: Dive into
my chest, stay as long as you can breathe, chart this hull of bones.
~ Bryce Emley, from “Everything All at Once (My Self as Ocean)
Notes:
- Photo – mennyfox55. Poem: Memory’s Landscape
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
magic was to make the bird the King..but in a blink the King transformed and started to chirp and flap his wings 😉
Your beauty reminds me of:
We live through myriads of seconds, yet it is always one, just one, that casts our entire inner world into turmoil, the second when (as Stendhal has described it) the internal inflorescence, already steeped in every kind of fluid, condenses and crystallizes—a magical second, like the moment of generation, and like that moment concealed in the warm interior of the individual life, invisible, untouchable, beyond the reach of feeling, a secret experienced alone. No algebra of the mind can calculate it, no alchemy of premonition divine it, and it can seldom perceive itself. For the more a man limits himself, the nearer he is on the other hand to what is limitless; it is precisely those who are apparently aloof from the world who build for themselves a remarkable and thoroughly individual world in miniature, using their own special equipment, termite-like.
~ Stefan Zweig, Confusion (NYRB Classics; Tra edition (July 25, 2012)
termite like?
Ok, the finish, not so relevant! 🙂
🙂 gotcha!
Ocean in me
so full of fury
not angry
nor at peace
between gaps
each wave slaps
reality onto me
Always eager to see the post when I read the quote.
Today’s image is beautiful. Thank you.
“…chart this hull of bones.” Wow….right in the solar plexus, that’s where this one hit me…
Pow. Me too.
‘stay as long as you can breathe.’ yes
“What ocean says of wreckage”,
What ocean says of wreckage, wow!
Wrote this down so I can keep reading it over and over, like pearls on the tongue.
Precious pearls.
I had same reaction Sawsan, BAM.
Are we the ocean? Or the wreckage?
I thought all day!!!
Then the reply came to me on the way back home.
I am the ocean & the wreckage.
Wreckage. Wreckage. Phoenix rising…
That too 😉
Reblogged this on proyectofc.
That is what I want today as well. <3
Diana xo
Smiling. Me too.
Lightly leads to effortlessly taking in the ocean of spiritual messages that surround us. I needed this reminder.
Pam, you aren’t alone with this need.. I believe the line starts behind me 🙂
This is what we all want deep within but we forget we have to work to receive this gift. 💜 beautiful
Yes.. True Karen.
I may well be incorrect when it comes to biology and math but I do have some thoughts…// “how horizon can curve back into itself” a circle is a path that goes around a central point…an individual is the center, (like the nucleus is the control center of the cell)….while the area outside the cell’s center is the mitochondria that powers advancement of the cell,… starting at the center of a circle. every point along the circle is equal distance from the center.. the circle, like a cell contains…the cell wall’s membrane allows flow in and out and the cell,..influences, impact the division & replication of the cell and can be beneficial or disruptive…while the circle is all encompassing, other circles can overlap…(think Venn Diagram) these overlapping intersections, (experiences) influence journey…learning from the experiences (“keep the past like a pearl on my tongue”) is a building point and adds to circle growing from the center outward, expanding …we breath, fully engulfed having no control, as long ago our life was charted, as we were knitted in the womb…(some school of thought a circle is considered infinite, boundless) I think our heart’s capacity to love and our soul’s depth of passionate wisdom, are boundless…
Passionate wisdom, boundless, strong close. That will stick.