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“Great Mystery … is an energy that lives within me constantly. It calls to me internally and prompts me to develop or expand specific information or insights for myself and for others. It talks to me through my mental processes, through my intuition and feelings, and through inner visions. Great Mystery both sends and receives — it’s a two-way street. I talk to Great Mystery all the time and Great Mystery responds.” — Grandmother Twylah Nitsch, IN SWEET COMPANY:CONVERSATIONS WITH EXTRAORDINARY WOMEN ABOUT LIVING A SPIRITUAL LIFE
Wanted to share a truly inspired poem sent to me by the truly inspired editor I am working with on my new book, The Architecture of Light. Lesley can be reached at http://www.lesleykellaspayne.com. The poem is by Lisel Mueller, a Pulitzer Prize winning poet from Illinois. Both brighten my days.
Sometimes, When the Light
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood
and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows
or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,
you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows
something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous
that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.
posted January 10, 2012 at 7:59 am
Those are the options, aren’t they? Die or be happy forever. Or maybe it’s we keep on dying until we’re happy forever. Who knows. But it’s a lovely sentiment.