tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27769598.post6520856160179072742..comments2023-07-30T08:26:57.063-05:00Comments on Wandering Monk, Reluctant Gyrovague: New Psalms 3: Feeding The LionR. Elena Tabachnickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02878565161601629949noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27769598.post-34897068723435413362007-07-05T13:04:00.000-05:002007-07-05T13:04:00.000-05:00Thanks for this piece also. Those questions after ...Thanks for this piece also. <BR/><BR/>Those questions after your inner boy transformed into a hawk are entriguing.<BR/><BR/>Ahhh rapture...<BR/><BR/>What if "imagination" is the organ for perceiving the divine? If "the divine" = Reality, and sanity is willingness to shuck illusion and live in Reality, then imagination opens the dooor to sanity... Even if everyone calls you a fool.R. Elena Tabachnickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02878565161601629949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27769598.post-3931250193962017512007-07-05T13:02:00.000-05:002007-07-05T13:02:00.000-05:00Here is another piece of mine.*Hawk*I am in a fore...Here is another piece of mine.<BR/><BR/>*Hawk*<BR/><BR/>I am in a forest that stretches to the Canadian tundra. I am in a one-room cabin. I am sitting in a chair. My mind is a wall of black slate.<BR/>I begin to imagine a low valley. Its slopes are covered with trees. A stream flows down the center. I look up. At the head of the valley is a mountain. Its summit shines like a white robe.<BR/><BR/>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27769598.post-27461736758091674192007-07-05T13:01:00.000-05:002007-07-05T13:01:00.000-05:00Thanks Bruce for sharing your piece.One thing I lo...Thanks Bruce for sharing your piece.<BR/><BR/>One thing I love about the psalms (and Judaism of that time) is human emotions and relationships with God are also earthy, nature experiences.R. Elena Tabachnickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02878565161601629949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27769598.post-34424281519656346372007-07-05T12:57:00.000-05:002007-07-05T12:57:00.000-05:00Your poem reminds me of this that I wrote.* My Min...Your poem reminds me of this that I wrote.<BR/><BR/>* My Mind is a Kind of Sky<BR/>*<BR/>My mind has a trillion stars. It has constellations. Some are so powerful, they can speak. Even when they are speechless, I can feel them pulsing.<BR/>I call the brightest constellation Fear. I can feel Fear throbbing behind my eyes now, at this moment. It feels like a blue flame. Behind it, I feel older Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com