Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

The dwelling place of grace.

August 1, 2016

 

There are echoes of my favorite e.e. cummings poem in today's Satya. I can't help it. I so often use that poem as a filter in my brain, sifting  the events of my days through the sieve of those words--the root of the root, the bud of the bud. E.E. Cummings just saw it all--the highlights, the troughs, and sort of shook out everything in between. His poems transcend the language of daily use and speak right to the soul. He was a soul whisperer. 

 

So, when I don't know what to do, I do one of two things. Well, one of three. I pull out my tarot cards, call my mom, or read e.e. cummings. Because you don't read e.e. cummings. You filter him. You channel him. And, like a in a dream, you usually steer yourself right, although you have no bloody idea what any of it meant. Just that it was exactly what you needed to hear. 

 

Because:

 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

 

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

 

~e.e. cummings

 

 

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