three strange angels

in living my life

i turn my sails

to catch the fine fine wind

that courses throughout this world.

a sweet fine wind

that carries the soul

on its journey far far beyond land and sea!

each moment,

an opportunity

to remember

the human condition

presents itself.

with attention to the significance and value of those moments

comes the opportunity to address my place inside them.

to see the mechanistic,

the impulsive,

the reactive,

to locate their necessity,

to assess their merit

or to acknowledge the damage they are doing.

my experience is that with consistent practice of this awareness

comes the opportunity to move from awareness to sorrow,

and from sorrow to wonder.

not i, not i, but the wind that blows through me!

a fine wind is blowing the new direction of time.

If only i let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!

if only i am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!

if only, most lovely of all, i yield myself and am borrowed

by the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the

world

like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;

if only i am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge

driven by invisible blows,

the rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the

hesperides.

oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,

i would be a good fountain, a good well-head,

would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

what is the knocking?

what is the knocking at the door in the night?

it is somebody wants to do us harm.

no, no, it is the three strange angels.

admit them, admit them.

david herbert lawrence

all artwork courtesy of daniel paulo