Finding love is your life’s endeavour. Wherever it lies, in work, in relationships, in a cause, in religion. Wherever you find it, nurture it. Mine has been in the ordinary – the making of a family. I look to the stars, and I bow to those who create a greater mystery than I can ever dream of – those artists and dreamers who translate the experience of being human and bring to it a touch of the divine. I hold no dogma of religion close, but admire the conscientiousness of those truly religious people who bring the lessons from prophets to life in order that we live lives of compassion. If God is anything to me, it is the spirit of life that exists and connects all living things, a shared common understanding of sorrow and joy, pain and pleasure. I didn’t know what I had to say today, but when I heard Mozarts clarinet concerto, I began to write. Live well.
”I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap’d stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.’
From Song of Myself Walt Whitman
There have been moments like this for me, when I have felt the connection with every part of creation. How lovely that it is. How glorious that there are creative geniuses who take me there, and I am thinking of Mozart, and Radiohead in the same breath. Let me know who your inspirations are, give me a chance of being blown away by something new and unexpected. Here is Mozarts Clarinet Concerto slow movement, which sends me every time I hear it.
One thought on “A kelson of the creation is love,”
you are far from ordinary. in fact, you are extraordinary.
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