Well, this morning I experienced a new kind of insomnia, one that is rarer for me. This is the kind that, rather than prohibiting one from falling asleep, compels them to wake up. As a result, I’ve been up since
I find poetry to be so illuminating; “the inner freedom from the practical desire”. It’s refreshing to take a few moments of the day to look through enchanted eyes, at the world we live in, only in which we fail to truly live.
I keep pondering the present; in it I find so much liberty, purpose, and just peace of being and yet it seems to be the one “place” of which my memory fades the quickest. Why do I wait for life to begin? Is it because my life began before my “consciousness” so to say? Am I awaiting the birth of my mind because in some way I wasn’t cognitive to experience it? I suppose, like Dante, we all wake to find ourselves in a dark wood, not knowing how we entered.
I long to dwell in the realm of the present moment; stillness without fixity, motion without movement, that place where the “dance” is. But, it seems that the best I can hope for is a reoccurring but temporary illumination.
I must conclude, then, that “human kind cannot bear very much reality”, and be grateful for the mere moments in which I see “the moment”.
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.”
-T.S. Eliot
3 comments:
Great Job!!
Sounds like you enjoyed a very peaceful morning!!
You are just one of those people who don't need sleep!! I sometimes wish I had the same problem....I bet my homework would get done on time!! :~P or not!!
GO T.S.!!!
One of those people who don't need sleep eh? I didn't realize I had a "people"...cool! Actually, I can only go a few days without much sleep and then I need to catch up. The problem is that once I catch up and sleep in till 9, I get a little too far ahead or something and I have to start over with not sleeping again. All in all, it doesn't exactly make me productive. :~)
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