A Poetic Interlude..also posted on NDS earlier today

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A Poetic Interlude

 

September 11, 1936

 

Am I a man? Yet also am I a god,

For I am that which comprehends both gods and men.

I move among men in the form of a man,

Fallible, more or less good, like the rest.

Yet, also, I shine with the gods in Glory.

I compress Myself in the mineral,

Inert and long-enduring.

Ceaselessly I grow as a plant,

And am driven by desire as animal.

I am in all, yet ever Beyond all.

A Flame am I that nowhere remains;

I consume all.

As I write I am sitting on a pavement of cement. A tree grows near,

its roots, soft and brittle, beneath

that pavement.

Ceaselessly, slowly, but inevitably, those roots expand. The cement

gives way, its resistance impotent. So, too, I expand, inevitably,

remorselessly, in this

world.

Before Me no crystallization can stand. In the end, all other powers

fail; My own, once more, return to Me.

What matters health, sickness or death;

Passing modes in the endless Stream of Life?

In health I go forth, perchance to forget;

In sickness I look within and remember.

Which is the greater blessing?

I know not.

Men seek health. I seek not at all.

I give health and accept the blessing of sickness.

Yet, beyond all these, AM /—Unbound.

Do I look for faults in men?

Then surely I will find them;

Dishonesty, lust, greed, hatred, and all the rest.

All these come with immense fecundity.

Do I look beyond to the good?

Then what a glorious paragon is man!

Generous, kind, and fair-dealing.

Which of these is the real?

Neither and both. Man reflects just what I seek.

 

from Pathways Through to Space..F. Merrell-Wolff

 

posted by bob