Painting "Arctic Dreams" by Robin Eschner - see Robin Eschner dot com
Such work of art reflects our own speechless memories.
How do we hold onto such an experience? Or can we ever?
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the Future's sakes.
(from Robert Frost "Two Tramps in Mud Time")
The following massive chasm cut into the limestone by the sea was photographed by Richard Webb [Some rights may still be reserved]© Copyright Richard Webb and licensed for reuse under Creative Commons License The place is in Southwest Wales Coamarthan Bay and is called by some "The Huntsman's Leap"
How is it that we feel the longing for love and need together and know the mortal stakes even within an immense landscape often with seldom a nearby soul? Do you feel the inner need as more tangible - more "real" than the "solid" places around you? Do you see the "actual universe" of unfathomable sea and rock mostly as "metaphor" of inner longing? Is this just for the contemplative, the artist, the scholar? Or do we all in some way? If so, how does this happen?
What when the Need and the Love shifts from our infinite yet small places into the world at large?
"We cannot, of course, save the world, because we do not have authority over its parts. We can serve the world though. That is everyone’s calling, to lead a life that helps." -- Barry Lopez
And what of a Life that Leaps?
This is so true that the outer world projects our inner longings and what we see is nothings but the metaphors that is reflecting our most inner relish, pathos and desires. The bright or the bleak world view is according to our own kaleidoscopic image, that we have.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post from a beautiful analyzer of most beautiful thoughts.
Thank You for always understanding EXACTLY what I meant to say and even carrying it further in terms of clarity.
ReplyDeleteI am also learning clarity from you - one who's reflections, reading and evaluations are often more beautiful than my own! :)