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Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.
~ Leonard Cohen
Oh, how grateful I am for the poets of the world. Poets are my saviors in difficult moments, when the challenges of living come to remind me of my humanness. They remind me of the beauty even in the brokenness, even in the darkness, even in those spaces too ugly to speak of. It is a most incredible experience to have a human life, and poets know this, they must know it, or they couldn't write the way they do, they couldn't reach into the very center of us and ring the bells of soul that resonate with the stars. Don't you think?
To Poets then~
Image by Bill Carlson
6 comments:
I agree! I'll raise a glass to them and to a magical and peaceful 2009
Warmest wishes to you x
Leonard Cohen... isn't he wonderful!
Thank you. :)
I take this opportunity to wish you all the best for 2009. Blessings!
Ana
from Managua
Hello my dear -
I hope you are keeping warm.
Don't know if you are familiar with the idea in Jewish mysticism that all light of the universe exploded in many directions at the moment of creation (in keeping with the big bang theory) and that some of the divine sparks fell into the material world, in fact into flawed human vessels.
And to quote another poet, Jack Kerouac said we are all falling and lit by the light of falling.
What a lovely, lovely blog! Love your neice Senay's visions of fairies & wise words . . . .2 of my grand daughters live next door - 8 & ALMOST 4. a few years ago, I was sharing fairy cards with the older, Alyssa, & I asked her if she saw any in my yard - yes, over by the Rosemary. What did they look like? Little lights . . .
Happy year :)
Hear, hear! Perfect quote from LC. I have it written in pencil on my studio wall, where I can see it from my worktable.
Yes Cohen and Zimmerman-Bob Dylan help me see, hebrew poets such as these live in me, blessing all, and blessed be, sweet as the bird singing from the tree. (my poem :)
And Cohen: and I am quoting from memory, please excuse my mistakes,
Like a bird, on the wire, like a drunk in a midnite choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free...
I love your blog, all the best to you, and your hairy friend, Tim McCabe (Australia)
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