Saturday, April 17, 2010


What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshy gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurts me, that’s enough,
And wade in liberty?

They cannot take us any more,
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a traveling show,
Or who died yesterday!

The simplistic beauty of the inner self is always present in Emily Dickinson’s work. The energy of her beliefs floats from word to word, and then drinks the nectar of oneness in its own expression. Emily was fully awake in her 19th century body. Her cells and organs were fueled by an ever-present desire to be more in the flesh. She burst the fleshy gate and soaked her self in the energy of change. Her words are like commas that separate compound sentences. She felt the separation within the unity.

Man uses his verbal skills to project idea-complexes into his reality. Other species used scent and touch to express their idea-complexes before they experience them. They think without the luxury of free will. Emily's 19th century Puritan world was filled with rights and rituals that expressed spiritual separatism. Anyone who went against those beliefs felt like an animal without free will. Emily's goal was to express idea-complexes that were filled with the energy of her own beliefs.

Religious beliefs were the norm in 19th century New England. Emily used her idea-complexes to stimulate other psychological movement from the bigotry of the times. Even though her work was never published during her lifetime, she set a future verbal bar for others so they could express their beliefs in their own way. Emily believed that the separation we feel is a vital part of the unity we have within us. Without it we would never know the luxury of laughter or the pain of ignorance.

Emily surfed the waves of change and felt the mist of her beliefs. Undaunted by her present she closed the book on yesterday, and opened a library for the finicky future.

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