The lines that stood out to me were "Who leads in this dance of existence " as I am so often ask myself the same question. Is it our thoughts, manifesting things into reality or are we indeed guided by this higher force?
Thank you so much for going deeper and living into the questions! Bless you. It’s definitely a dance. Sometimes we lead and sometimes we follow! Sometimes I have no idea which one is happening! Happy equinox! 🙏❤️
»We rise into the scend of consciousness!« Wonderful❣️
This is such a moving poem ~ dancing, stumbling, spiralling, spinning, sinking, and then rising, surging with the scend... I'm still catching my breath ~ very heartful writing 💕🙏
Wow. Thank you so much! Riding these waves of energy is definitely an act of surrender! Thanks for reading and for surfing into the now of here too. Happy equinox! 🙏❤️
I have wandered this morning, first to Sadhbh's fresh writing after St Patrick's Day, and then to your and her collaboration back in January. Goodness, Shakespeare and all ... and 'the food of love'. Smile.
There is also food for thought. I listened yesterday but have not finished listening yet to a long conversation (1) recommended by a friend here in the UK. Reference was made to adaptive responses in our distressed culture ... responses very much of the kind supported by ventures such as Sadhbh's and your own. Before I came to this morning's writing a term had already floated into my mind: 'drown-proofing', err ... 'breathing'. Of the conversationalist thinkers. Iain McGilchrist is a devotee of artists and that mode of reality, which is necessary if we are to reach home.
1. Iain McGilchrist, John Vervaeke, & Daniel Schmachtenberger in conversation. Iain has a strong connection these days with Martin Shaw the storyteller.
Oh my Phillip! Thank you. Sadhbh’s journey is definitely inspiring. Thank you for always giving me new things to read, and grow with! I will definitely lean in! Happy equinox! Here comes the light! 🙏❤️
I like the imagery of being thrown into a wild story, which is our sovereign land by birthright, and then having to figure out how we can master all the turbulences and become the true sovereign over it all, which is our duty to do in each lifetime -- believing, that is, that 'rights' & 'duties' are 'one-thing'. We have a 'right-duty' to be/become sovereigns over our own land, which is quite an adventure - as the poem paints. That's what is conjured up for me from your inspired words. 🙏
Thanks, Josh! I really appreciate you reaching out. It’s going home all over again and knowing the place for the very first time. Are we telling our story or is it telling us? It’s always a journey from mystery to mastery to mystery. Where it ends- who knows? Happy equinox!
The lines that stood out to me were "Who leads in this dance of existence " as I am so often ask myself the same question. Is it our thoughts, manifesting things into reality or are we indeed guided by this higher force?
With ref to my comment just now ... Iain refers to the telos that in reality draws us.
Thank you so much for going deeper and living into the questions! Bless you. It’s definitely a dance. Sometimes we lead and sometimes we follow! Sometimes I have no idea which one is happening! Happy equinox! 🙏❤️
Thank you for this wonderful writing! I love your questions!
Bless you 🙏❤️
»We rise into the scend of consciousness!« Wonderful❣️
This is such a moving poem ~ dancing, stumbling, spiralling, spinning, sinking, and then rising, surging with the scend... I'm still catching my breath ~ very heartful writing 💕🙏
Wow. Thank you so much! Riding these waves of energy is definitely an act of surrender! Thanks for reading and for surfing into the now of here too. Happy equinox! 🙏❤️
I have wandered this morning, first to Sadhbh's fresh writing after St Patrick's Day, and then to your and her collaboration back in January. Goodness, Shakespeare and all ... and 'the food of love'. Smile.
There is also food for thought. I listened yesterday but have not finished listening yet to a long conversation (1) recommended by a friend here in the UK. Reference was made to adaptive responses in our distressed culture ... responses very much of the kind supported by ventures such as Sadhbh's and your own. Before I came to this morning's writing a term had already floated into my mind: 'drown-proofing', err ... 'breathing'. Of the conversationalist thinkers. Iain McGilchrist is a devotee of artists and that mode of reality, which is necessary if we are to reach home.
1. Iain McGilchrist, John Vervaeke, & Daniel Schmachtenberger in conversation. Iain has a strong connection these days with Martin Shaw the storyteller.
Oh my Phillip! Thank you. Sadhbh’s journey is definitely inspiring. Thank you for always giving me new things to read, and grow with! I will definitely lean in! Happy equinox! Here comes the light! 🙏❤️
Jamie
I am getting into your book; for instance your taking to hand the quote 'Truth is the daughter of time'. 👍
Essence to crux. Thank you so much for all of the support Philip. Your responses always lead me into a new poem. Thank you my friend. 🙏❤️
Yes! Who leads in this dance of existence?
Living into the questions indeed! Thanks Mo!
I like the imagery of being thrown into a wild story, which is our sovereign land by birthright, and then having to figure out how we can master all the turbulences and become the true sovereign over it all, which is our duty to do in each lifetime -- believing, that is, that 'rights' & 'duties' are 'one-thing'. We have a 'right-duty' to be/become sovereigns over our own land, which is quite an adventure - as the poem paints. That's what is conjured up for me from your inspired words. 🙏
Thanks, Josh! I really appreciate you reaching out. It’s going home all over again and knowing the place for the very first time. Are we telling our story or is it telling us? It’s always a journey from mystery to mastery to mystery. Where it ends- who knows? Happy equinox!
I let go
into the surging grip of the rhythmic waves
The scend
swiftly carrying me
into the unfolding surrender
Love this, Jamie. Thank you so much for sweeping my up in the scend of your words and poetry
Thank you so much Jenn!