At work, at home, and in general, we sometimes need to know the meaning of it all. (So, here goes…)
We walk through the apparently very real, engrossing, confusing, and painful-and-pleasureful landscape of life. As we do, we struggle. Then, slowly, with the careful and gentle help of the The Poet, we become aware that existence is more than this engrossing reality of our work, family, friends, and world.
We see that The Answers are not found “out there” in that reality and certainly not in anyone else’s explanations of existence, meaning, and reality. We find it for ourselves–each of us through our own Self dancing with that reality. And, as Rumi echoes Burgham and Eliot:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, and even the phrase “each other” don’t make any sense.
But who is The Poet? In our drives to do well, to love, to live life, the make a buck, and make a difference, we are both the poet and the poetry–for ourselves and each other.
Vive le poète et la poésie!
In your corner,
PS: Yup, we all may need to take a minute or two with this one.