Sunday, November 7, 2010

On How It All Changes



"A man must not swallow more beliefs than he can digest." - Havelock Ellis

"Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul." - Mark Twain

"Beliefs are what divide people. Doubt unites them." - Peter Ustinov

But this is also the truth

"By believing passionately in something that does not yet exist, we create it." - Nikos Kazantzakis

On How It All Changes

It happens just so.
Sudden hard right turn staggers
the world as it was
and I mutter down
the new path, wonder what's up,
why is the old, old?
I can't put my heart
back where it was even to
save my entire life.

August 27, 2009 12:39 PM

5 comments:

  1. Oh, that poem is very hard.

    I like to think that believing in something passionately brings it into being. In fact I have lived this as truth. Unfortunately, I have had unknowing biting at my heels.

    xo
    erin

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  2. There is no question that passionate engagement tends to bring about the possible and we often have no clue what is really possible until we try. On the other hand no amount of belief will disrupt the boundaries unless it is God's Will that is involved and assists. This includes magic, which when real channels divine power.

    My mother learned a hard lesson at one point with this one. She was a Unity Minister, living large the truths of positive thought, prayer and love. She had to reconfigure everything when she hit a fundamental reversal of circumstance. This transition from reward to austerity and from a secure life to wondering if she would ever have another life mate (and the answer was no even though she searched for many years) almost killed her going through the roughest patch. When she died she had not recovered and she died basically penniless though highly respected and awarded the highest accolades for her lifetime achievement.

    She had been working hard in the area of belief and affirmation all through the time leading up to her crash and through its aftermath too. She was a lesson for me too.

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  3. Fantastic poem. I have a friend who is just now at this place. I hold out my hand but it is undesired, seems an unwanted soft in the face of all that hard. Perhpas to rest in the midst of it would be too great a loss of momentum.

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  4. You may be right about that, Annie, or as is so often the case when things get really tough, nothing is just what it is. A simple hand held out turns into what hands held out were in some other time and the hand he is turning down may not be at all yours but instead some other ghost hand that your hand looks like.

    Michelle, I can't begin to say how cool it is in my life to see your trace here as if you came to visit me at home.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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