When you are in a forest—think of all the levels. Down deep, where you can't see, is a whole world. Roots coil and curve in every direction . . . worms, mud, bugs and seeds among rock, and below, the molten zone.
But here on the ground is the richest realm of all, with its soil mulched by the deaths of the countless, and new life springing ever upward into brilliant flowering bulb and bush, tree and bromeliad. Birds and millions of years of animals roam, woman and man and children resonating like music with the leaves and moist air. Sunlight streaming down through the sapphire blue light—clouds drifting in perpetual journey—and above them, hundreds of thousands of galaxies, star diamonds birthing and dying.
We humans are like the forest with our root people, worm people, mud people, seed people, orchid people, short yews and towering sequoias, and a cosmos of animal people and flying bird people—above, the airy sphere of cloud people, blazing sun people, soft moon people and the innumerable star people who sparkle brilliantly in the blackest night. And all, evolving deeper and wider and higher into the unknowable Mystery.
Janine Canan,
Quoted from We'moon, 2019
Dr. Janine Canan is a gifted poet, story teller, essayist and translator, as well as a practicing psychiatrist. She can be visited online here.
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Sunday - Saying Yes to the World
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2 comments:
Ah ho!
SO GIFTED
YOU ARE
WITH CAMERA IN HAND
AND YOUR PEN AND NOTEBOOK
SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU
YEARS AGO
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