I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
But it seems impossible.
Whatever the subject, the morning sun
The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.
The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark
pinprick well of sweetness.
As for the stones on the beach, forget it.
Each one could be set in gold.
So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds
And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music
out of their leaves.
And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and
as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too
hurried to hear it.
As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs
even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too,
and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,
so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being
locked up in gold.
"This World" - a poem by Mary Oliver, which Jean Houston posted on facebook as “one of my favorite poems.”
In this clip, Jungian analyst and writer Robert A. Johnson talks about “The Golden World,” the natural, mystical paradise we inhabit but no longer see. The image is a clip from The Garden of Earthly Delights by Bosch (c.1480-1505).
…Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing, in a sacred manner, the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy…
Robert Johnson offers a way to re-envision the Christian Cross and “heresy” in a way that, perhaps, more men can relate to. Envision the horizontal cross-bar of the Cross as our “doing” dimension. When we focus exclusively on “doing” our lives start to feel empty and meaningless. The vertical bar on the cross, connecting earth and sky (or, “Heaven and Earth”) can be our “being” dimension. We need the balance of both.
In the Christian tradition, Robert Johnson points out, all “heresy” is a misunderstanding of the nature of Christ. Christ was both fully human and fully divine. Anything that departs from that exact balance is heresy. Robert found the power of the word “heresy” in his own life. You don’t need to be Christian to spot heresy in your own psyche. “When my life becomes more doing than being I am in heresy. Alternatively, if my life becomes more being than doing, again I am in heresy. … Heresy is the dislocation of the center of gravity of the personality.”
Robert hastens to add that he’s thrown the word “spirituality” out of his vocabulary because it seems to imply abandoning the earthly dimension. “I have little patience with people who say they are on a spiritual path, because almost invariably they are trying to advance the vertical (lofty, unearthly) part of their lives at the expense of the horizontal (earthly, human) dimensions of their being. … some ancient wag joked that not only could Saint Teresa chat with God, she also never burned a dinner!”
Robert A. Johnson (Jungian analyst, writer and mystic) on the Cross and Heresy…
WAR is a Tool of Manipulation used against the “common” citizens of the World by those in Political Power. War keeps the structure of Society intact. It keeps Families apart, creates loyalty to the State, etc…