To Stand upon the Earth

This is the last of a daily succession of poems I’ve been uploading “from our seclusion.” They are all excerpts from two series of poems I wrote in the 1990’s, one on Martin Buber’s concept of I-Thou, the other on Carl Jung’s concept of the shadow. They belong together… Continue reading To Stand upon the Earth

The True, the Between, the Forming

This is the penultimate seclusion song of this series, in which the hyphen between I and Thou has alternated each day with the shadow.… Continue reading The True, the Between, the Forming

Learning to Dance with my Shadow that Haunts me

Shall I teach my shadow how I like to dance ? Or must I learn the dance-steps my shadow knows ? Or should we learn a new dance, altogether ? … Continue reading Learning to Dance with my Shadow that Haunts me

The Frail Haven Between I and Thou

The Loss of Ground, the Lack of Shadow

The Deployment of Force

Still on the subject of feet and their deployment, I ask myself this question : where am I to stand in the hallways of The Lie ? Here is my answer : on the hyphen between I and Thou, my surfboard in the endless storm.… Continue reading The Deployment of Force

Making the Earth Whole

The voice of truth is bound to be a lonely one. That would seem to be a rule in human life.  For a race in question, it spells disaster.

These three articles are worth reading, if you have not already read them :

From the BBC 

From the Independent 

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The Value of our Distress

I equate “value” with “quality” and both of these with the right hand side of the brain.… Continue reading The Value of our Distress

Where Connection Takes Place

It is much easier to talk about love and community etc, than it is to comtemplate truthfully, make peace with and embrace your own shadow, this inescapable following aspect of you, lacking clear features. But acknowledgement of the shadow, understanding of it, openness to it, makes real love possible.… Continue reading Where Connection Takes Place

Let me Keep my Feet

In the world we’ve made, the hyphen between I and Thou becomes a surf-board, the hyphen-rider poised, precarious at all times… Continue reading Let me Keep my Feet

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