The very moment
He knew not much time remained
Each breath so careful
Yes, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin!
Noosphere, pleroma, complexity-consciousness.
He, too, was condemned for alleged ambiguities.
Times change, thinking evolves, Le Phénomène Humain never ceases to disappoint some and unanimization, our movement toward Some Thing ahead of us, must also aspire toward Some One.
We stumble awkwardly toward this authentic unanimity.
Have you heard this one?
A Governor and a Journalist walk into a correlation between materiality and spirituality and long to become conscious.
Two for Thursday morning:
Having no destination,
I am never lost.
Nikos Kazantzakis’ epitaph reads, "I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free." (Δεν ελπίζω τίποτα. Δε φοβούμαι τίποτα. Είμαι λέφτερος.)
Some translate the first phrase, “I expect nothing.”
Of Cheslaw Milosz, he said: “we knew him in the harbors, we never saw him in the full sea,” Not in the hurricanes at sea.
He concludes: "The world doesn't belong to any single poet." (Adam Zagajewski, UC Berkeley, 2011)
Take a view. Speak the sight. Round the world with words!
92 yr old elder from
Just west of New England
Sunday evening practice
Writes gratitude for
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness.
And suddenly a hare ran across the road.
One of us pointed to it with his hand.
That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going?
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
~ Czeslaw Milosz ~
(The Collected Poems 1931 - 1987,
translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee)