there are days of self-doubt -
the wondering
at a day -
where was i in all of that?
what did i leave behind
that made this world
a better place?
i think that
everything has a purpose.
no matter how insignificant.
the mystery is in unpacking the purpose,
figuring out just
what it's value is
and then of course
slotting that purpose,
that knowing,
into something that makes sense
in the course of your visit here.
days like this,
i love the words of yeats.
~
beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
the holy tree is growing there;
george inness summer, montclairfrom joy the holy branches start,
and all the trembling flowers they bear.
the changing colours of its fruit
have dowered the stars with merry light;
a rose from armida's garden marie spartali stillman
the surety of its hidden root
has planted quiet in the night;
the shaking of its leafy head
has given the waves their melody,
and made my lips and music wed,
murmuring a wizard song for thee.
14 comments:
Hi, steven--
How about more words to love from WB? These seem to fit my mood of this day:
I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.
Having had a couple of bad days, I have taken heart from your post. I like Yeats too.
dan - you're choice here fits my mental space for the last few months!!! i wish i'd seen these before. thanks so much . steven
hey penny - there are a few bloggy persons having rough stretches - it's something to do with the transition to spring or something!!! have a peaceful day. steven
"beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
the holy tree is growing there..."
AMAZING!
there's a jenny stevning painting looking right at you through those words!!! steven
I blame the moon for these past few days of insomnia and general weirdness. But of course this, too, shall pass.
I love your question, "Where am I in all this?" It is a sense of disorientation as much as anything else.
Sending lots of love in your direction.
i love finding something beautiful on my tour of blog world and this is it!
WBY is one of my favorites ~ thanks!
I guess we all feel a bit...why am I?...what am I doing?...from time to time....I think this winter has been a hard slog and hopefully you will see the signs of rebirth in the world about you soon...A few months ago you commented on my blog..i said I felt insignificant in the universe and you said...NO YOU'RE NOT!!!!...so back at you my friend...you are an inspiration and a beautiful soul....xx
Hi Steven
I have never read that Yeats so thank you.
Happy days
Then again, if we're quoting Yeats, I'm reminded of the following:
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Ah, the man knew how to write!
Wow Steven... this is great stuff.. I love it!! I have you on my favorite blogs list..thanks for sharing this and I'm in agreement
with Dan... I'd like to see more!
:) The Bach
hi folks - another long day beginning early and ending late and jammed rich and full in-between. it's like that some times of the year for a teacher. i am sorry not to respond to your thoughtful, generous and inspiring comments. please know that i read them and am truly grateful for the great fortune of being able to share what i know and what i find. steven
...the holy tree is growing there...exquisite choice of words.
And it's something to ponder on -for a long time!
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