I have been marvelling at how magical life can be. In complexity. In simplicity. And, in wonderful multi-dimensionality.
Despite the busy-ness, God/the Universe/Guru/The Force/Divine Love, whatever your version, insists on finding a way in. Always there.
It was only last week, among running a number of errands, that I happened upon and joined the local library. A couple of people suggested it to me. To fill the void of the emptying bookshelves that I have been decluttering. The receiving, and not the keeping, is becoming more appealing.
A book on display, on Poet's Day, naturally, caught my eye.
The Complete Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
That same night my Jungian Depth Psychology facebook feed posted a note. On Coleridge.
Clearly the universe had something in mind that I was meant to learn, to read. And what a poet, & poetry, indeed.
I could barely contain my inner enthusiasm for the gift that I had found. Further deepening my love of poetry and topics of many things for me divine.
Let me share just some of his incredible lines from a notebook.
Those of you who know me will need no explanation, of why it has created in me a sensation.
I just love the last two lines.
And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's self-solace, and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my being all my pulses beat.
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light
Like the fair Light of Dawn, or summer-Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you
How oft I bless the Lot, that made me love you.
Called a Doctor of the Soul, Coleridge was not only a poet. He had diverse interests as a lecturer, a promoter of non-violent society, a philosopher, folklorist, psychologist, playwright, travel writer, and hobby naturalist. And a literary critic of Shakespeare. Quite an awesome multi-dimensional career.
May your Love Throb Heart Beat be filled with multiple magical moments. Hearts are throbbing everywhere. Finding their beat. Can you feel it?
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