De Noche part 2Fri, June 26, 2009 - 6:54 PM
passionate with patience
familiar as sorrow,
stern as a rock that questions dash against
and die like waves away
into a stillness
worn and dear as a mother’s hands,
a space of mercy, a space of quiet
a dear and gracious place.
and shall I truly know
that high, glad, lifting joy
that lilting happiness?
I am open to the earth and sky
washed by rain and dried by sun,
the scarecrow stands in empty fields
as happy and as free.
And wheeling seasons circle like the birds
in my embrace
transparent now of any fear
and love has made me hollow
and love has made me whole
De noche iremos, do noche
que para encontrar la fuente
solo la sed nos alumbra
solo la sed nos alumbra
(By night we shall go, by night
seeking to find the source
thirst alone our light
thirst alone our light)
Isn't that lovely? I am still digesting paragraph 4 of this second section... any thoughts?
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HollownessI think she is talking of the liberation one feels when one has passed to the other side of a great sorrow. When you have looked into the abyss and survived, then nothing else can touch you. It's the same liberation a child feels when they realise they are no longer tethered by the fear of the monster in the cupboard.
I'm especially fond of para 5 (about hollowness). I wrote something along these lines when I first created my profile, about how love had both deified me and destroyed me. But interestingly, I just read something related to this (about empathic listening) in Miriam Greenspan's "Healing Through The Dark Emotions":
"In listening closely ... one listens with the limbic system, the third ear of intuition, as much as the cerebral cortex - emptying oneself to allow another's story to enter"
In emptying ourselves out, we allow the world to fill us. We are no longer manning the ramparts.
scarecrow....the scarecrow stands in empty fields
as happy and as free. (as happy and as free as me)
Scarecrows aren't happy , are they?, and they are staked to a post, or a chair so they aren't free either. He's stuck out by himself in the middle of this field... I don't get what she's writing here.
By the way, the author is Poh Liam Lin.
Well, most scarecrows have a happy face on them. I think this more a statement about the simple joy of being. It helps to have a Buddhist perspective on this :)
Like the scarecrow, the author now stands free, open to life, happy in the present and unafraid of the future (the "wheeling seasons"). She is no longer oppressed by her unpredictable emotional anarchy.
|I like that! Nice. I bet you are right. I'm sticking with that. I suppose that the scarecrows are "grounded" more than "not free".|