Shamanic Dreams

Seek truth beyond tradition, definition or image

 I have recently come across two of my favorite poems while in High School.  The first is  by John Gillespie Magee Jr., and is entitled “High Flight”.

“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,  And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings;  Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds  —  and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of ——— High in the sunlit silence——Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never lark or even eagle flew—–Put out my hand and touched the face of god.”

The other is by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and I quote the first two lines  of  his poem “The Grandeur of God”.

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God,  It will flame out like shining from shook foil:…….”

Poets have their own language, but it matches mine, though I am not yet  so talented as to put it into words on paper as they have.   I have it in my heart,  as do so many of us, and we feel them there.  The poet’s  words resonate with the fibers of our being and take us back over  distant ancestral paths to our own inner truth.  Many years ago, sitting in a classroom where only a small patch of sun and earth could be visited behind cement and granite,  my inner truth was birthed with these words.  How  I wanted to  “slip the surly bonds of earth, …..    Put out my hand and touch the face of god”.  And, at that time,  I did not even know who or what  god was!!  But, I did know that the “earth is charged with ….grandeur…”. And if Gerard Manley  Hopkins said it was god’s glory , then who was I to argue!  Somewhere, in the earth’ creations  I just  knew I would find my  god!!

I was , at that time, struggling with the contradictions and eccentricities of the catholic faith in which I had been raised.  My newly released mind, was swelling and writhing with the things that had been presented to me as truth, yet somehow did not resonate with my inner being.  These poets did resonate with my inner being and they took me deep beyond the realms of the physical into the shadowy recesses of my inner truth.

I wish everyone to have such poets who can carry them deeper and deeper until they collide with themselves. I wish everyone to seek themselves out,  often hidden deeper than time can reach.  I wish them to move beyond the programs and memories of their personal past, as well as their ancestral past, and break free.  There is “sunlit silence”  and “burning blue”  and “a  hundred things …not  dreamed of”.  And there you can “put out (your)…hand and touch the face of (your) god”.  (Parentheses are mine.)

Your god is within you.  Dream and find him there!!

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