Musings From a Life Transformed by Unconditional Love
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
No map there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
I know it not O soul,
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
Till when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.
Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O soul.
Found this poem by Walt Whitman on the back of vinyl record - Ralph Vaughn Williams put it to music. When Charley read it to me, I thought he was sayingn "Old Soul" which makes a very poignant kind of sense. I am reminded again that the path to enlightenment and the path to acceptance of death are very, very similar. Both can be very good. Or not.