Mister Ishmael ~
Oh Mad Captain of my own vessel which doth bob and duck cork-wise upon the blustery oceans of reason, and indeed, moral or immoral life-eternal, weighs each moment against the next, and against the last, for what? What prize is sought? and to what end?
Truth be told, I like my dreams better than my life, on some days, and except the nightmares of course, which can wage havoc upon the smoothest glass-like sea, on twenty-first century hardened glass, I shatter but there are no sharp shard's for all is tempered against the newly energized lessons of life.
I can not purchase insurance enough, nor time enough, to stave safe my soul.
I pause under the harsh light, looking both ways along the street I enter, drawing my jacket tighter before closing the church door quietly behind me, soon the hard teak bench rises to support me. Eyes closed for a moment, I relax, all raging thoughts calm under the soft candle glow. The inside quiet, like a cave, a shelter. I lean back and breathe.
Having seen my shadow, I now breathe even deeper.
Trust Your Journey (tm)
~ ijil Rainbow Hawk Giver
Oh Mad Captain of my own vessel which doth bob and duck cork-wise upon the blustery oceans of reason, and indeed, moral or immoral life-eternal, weighs each moment against the next, and against the last, for what? What prize is sought? and to what end?
Truth be told, I like my dreams better than my life, on some days, and except the nightmares of course, which can wage havoc upon the smoothest glass-like sea, on twenty-first century hardened glass, I shatter but there are no sharp shard's for all is tempered against the newly energized lessons of life.
I can not purchase insurance enough, nor time enough, to stave safe my soul.
I pause under the harsh light, looking both ways along the street I enter, drawing my jacket tighter before closing the church door quietly behind me, soon the hard teak bench rises to support me. Eyes closed for a moment, I relax, all raging thoughts calm under the soft candle glow. The inside quiet, like a cave, a shelter. I lean back and breathe.
Having seen my shadow, I now breathe even deeper.
Trust Your Journey (tm)
~ ijil Rainbow Hawk Giver
* original quote by ijil RHG
Essay Review:
In the 2011 The BEST American Essays on page 90, Pico Iyer delivers to us a reflection of his calm space - CHAPELS - the places that he has found around the world as he has traveled and wrote as a journalist for Time Magazine.
Essay first published by Portland Magazine.
Essay first published by Portland Magazine.
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