Rejoicing in the Heavens & Suns

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Galaxy by RivyInRivendell

Would one think it possible for a man to delight in gauderies like a butterfly, and neglect the Heavens? Did we not daily see it, it would be incredible. They rejoice in a piece of gold more than in the Sun; and get a few little glittering stones and call them jewels. And admire them because they be resplendent like the stars, and transparent like the air, and pellucid like the sea.

– Thomas Traherne (1637-1674) English poet, mystic, philosopher.

A Fish is a Wish Your Heart Makes


Death of the Fish by Erin McManness

Yesterday was National Poetry Day in the UK. In honor of it, Neil Gaiman posted this poem and I love it so much I had to share it. Wonderful imagery – I just want to paint this.

Conjuctions

Jupiter and Venus hung like grapes in the evening sky,
frozen and untwinkling,
You could have reached and up and picked them.

And the trout swam.

Snow muffled the world, silenced the dog,
silenced the wind…

The man said, I can show you the trout. He was
glad of the company.
He reached into their tiny pool, rescued a dozen, one by one,
sorting and choosing,
dividing the sheep from the goats of them.

And this was the miracle of the fishes,
that they were beautiful. Even when clubbed and gutted,
insides glittering like jewels. See this? he said, the trout heart
pulsed like a ruby in his hand. The kids love this.
He put it down, and it kept beating.
The kids, they go wild for it.

He said, we feed the guts to the pigs. They’re pets now,
They won’t be killed. See? We saw,
huge as horses they loomed on the side of the hill.

And we walk through the world trailing trout hearts like dreams,
wondering if they imagine rivers, quiet summer days,
fat foolish flies that hover or sit for a moment too long.
We should set them free, our trout and our metaphors:

You don’t have to hit me over the head with it.
This is where you get to spill your guts.
You killed in there, tonight.
He pulled her heart out. Look, you can see it there, still beating. He said,
See this? This is the bit the kids like best. This is what they come to see.

Just her heart, pulsing, on and on. It was so cold that night,
and the stars were all alone.
Just them and the moon in a luminous bruise of sky.

And this was the miracle of the fishes.

And on another note. Happy Friday. And on another ‘nother note. PBS FTW!

The World is Perfect So Laugh


Westcoast Landscape by Roos van Riet

When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky. ~Buddha

The Freedom of Possbilities


Freedom by Grafik

“The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn’t, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there.” – Monica Baldwin.

A Child of the Universe


Aurora Observers by OctoberLife

“You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
…And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
– Max Ehrmann