‘A poem turns words around, upside down, and – suddenly! – the world is new.”
Sometimes a poem is just what we need.
‘In coils of wave, winding in dance, the sea
Is too fluent to feel its own silence,
Only for the sure gaze and grip of share
It would not know itself to be the sea.’*
You are the shore to my sea. We need each other to know ourselves.
The world of messaging, texts and emails, makes it much easier to hide, for the sea hesitantly approach the shore. It becomes far easier to edit the life others see. Relationships become more efficient rather than deep.
Hiding is easy, it’s being present that is difficult:
‘Presence is wisdom! Presence is the one thing necessary, and in any ways, the hardest thing of all. Just try to keep your heart open, your mind without division or resistance, and your body not somewhere else.’**
Hard but not impossible. My hope is that,, whilst technology advances, the sea will still reach the shore.
(*From Jean-Pierre Simeon’s This is a Poem That Heals Fish, quoted in Maria Popova’s BrainPickings blog.)
(**From John O’Donohue’s Echoes of Memory: Expectation.)
(^From Richard Rohr’s The Naked Now.)