by Kathleen Raine
Within the flower there lies a seed,
Within the seed there springs a tree,
Within the tree there spreads a wood.In the wood there burns a fire,
And in the fire there melts a stone,
Within the stone a ring of iron.Within the ring there lies an O
Within the O there looks an eye,
In the eye there swims a sea,And in the sea reflected sky,
And in the sky there shines the sun,
Within the sun a bird of gold.Within the bird there beats a heart,
And from the heart there flows a song,
And in the song there sings a word.In the word there speaks a world,
A word of joy, a world of grief,
From joy and grief there springs my love.Oh love, my love, there springs a world,
And on the world there shines a sun
And in the sun there burns a fire,Within the fire consumes my heart
And in my heart there beats a bird,
And in the bird there wakes an eye,Within the eye, earth, sea and sky,
Earth, sky and sea within an O
Lie like the seed within the flower.
Never heard of sodcasting before. I live and learn.
Perhaps those fire and brimstone street preachers engage in godcasting…
Fire and brimstone preachers need to understand what is behind what they are preaching…
Oops wrong blog! Beautiful post Cherie
Your comment worked with the poem
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The software goon said my comment was too short….
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That should fix it.
If I tried I could fix the software goon but I think it might allow bot spam through if I did.
So I hope you don’t mind negotiating around the silly software goon…
The philosophy of life.
It speaks to me of the basics of life rather than philosophy…
Not Philosophy, Cherry/Jameshigham
It’s encoded.
Basic building blocks re occuring…patterns conform to mathematical rules.
Everywhere is patterns
Maths is not an invention of we primates.
Three things reach infinity…distance, time, and numbers
I knew you would enjoy the poem, it speaks to me of the patterns of life, nature and the universe (not philosophy
).
I came across something else very connected with these thoughts whilst I was away on my hols.
You might recall my mention of subconscious doodlings, which I said I had evolved into connected seashells/whirls and that I had a couple of those doodles on my desk and that one of my colleagues had woken up dreaming about them recently?
On my travels this week there was a perfect wasps nest on display. The patterns on the nest were a perfect replica of my doodles… Or are my doodles a perfect replica of the patterns on the wasps nest??
I shall leave that thought there for now…
When I go back to work I will bring the doodles home and scan them. I will upload the results alongside my pic of the wasps nest, so you can see what I mean
ah yes, Kathleen Raine – mystical poet, expert on William Blake and founder of the Temenos Academy http://www.temenosacademy.org/temenos_home.html
I had not heard of the Temenos Academy, thanks for the link. I will explore the site to find out more