Friday, November 15, 2013

Symphony Of Life

Wild air, world mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles, goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake, that’s fairly mixed With riddles, and is rife In every least thing’s life; This needful, never spent, And nursing element; My more than meat and drink, My meal at every wink; This air, which, by life’s law, My lung must draw and draw Now but to breathe its praise…

Gerard Manly Hopkins was an English poet and Jesuit priest. Hopkins use of prosody and imagery in his work. Those elements established him as a daring innovator in a period of traditional verse.

The wind and the air that carries it are invisible realities. We can’t see the wind or the air, but we know they exist. Just like consciousness, we see the effects of this invisible energy, and we create realities within them.

The wind of consciousness is constantly blowing within us. Intrusions of knowledge flicker in and out of inner environment and we feel the air of our own multiplicity. These hurricanes of thought clash with the current of our present beliefs, and the feeling-tone of our personality is altered by the impact.

These typhoons of knowing restructure our intellectual framework. We begin to sense the air and the wind for what they do. They create an expanded symphony of life, and they add an element of sympathy to our insensitive beliefs about the self.

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