Bright the World
You asked me where the light, that springs anew
Each lovely morning of the world, is born.
But ready answer had I none to view ;
My mind so misted, thoughtless and forlorn
That I was sightless to the inner ‘scape
Where sense and reason meet to make a blend
Of that which cannot else be given shape.
How oft do our inquiries sadly end !
And yet necessity impels us all
To seek illumination at its source ;
It’s been so ever since our shameful fall,
When destiny near lost its holy course.
Had insight been in darkness left, unfurled,
How seek the Love and Mind that brights the world?
Jamie MacNab 19 September 2011
poignant Jamie … and so true. The eternal conundrum – how to achieve knowledge when knowledge of where to look has been hidden.
Yes, and that poignancy is one of the things that inspires me, CB. I’ve always been fascinated by the realization that our collective knowledge of the universe is the universe itself as far as we can ever know. In a sense, the world is within us ; and each new discovery expands both us and the world ; each thing forgotten diminishes us all.
“If you would know your Self, study the World ; if you would know the World, study your Self.” We might then ask, “And where do we ourselves come from?”
fun verse, keep smiling.
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