I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!
Arthur Darby Nock
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The Cork atop the Ocean
(With thanks to Carl Jung)
A cork atop the ocean
Sometimes that is what I know
I like to think I am a rational being
And that I have insight
as if this conscious self
is who I am
all I actually know about myself
may only be a cork atop the ocean
beneath my conscious point of view
there is likely so much more
It is funny how things work
How we say and do things
with one intention
which produce oddly different outcomes
than we intended
We like to think it is all about them...
but perhaps it is the ocean
those things that lurk in the unconcious
like strange creatures of the deep
like the Loch Ness monster
that simply come to the surface and show themselves
telling us, and those we meet
that there is more going on
than even we know
what is in there
in those depths?
What would I learn if I could
only plumb those depths and understand
the deep currents that drive my life?
Perhaps it is time
perhaps it is always time
to dive deep
into the ocean
into that unknown
but also creative source
that is me
Ps 139:23-24: Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.