Poetry, Quotes, Images, and Words that Inspire...
Between Going and Staying
By Octavio Paz
Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
The World in Stillness Rocks
Poetry and literature have always been a source of inspiration and love for me. The symbolic nature of words makes it so that meaning is something we must work at. There is always this sense of mystery that goads my curiosity to understand the piece as I can right now. Each reading a new experience and an opportunity for a fresh understanding to emerge;our minds an incessant coming together of sensations, thoughts, emotions, and heart in the present moment.
The poetry of Octavio Paz tends to meld philosophical
thought and elements of prose. His poems are meditations
and musings into the nature of life with language as the medium of instruction. Living in the crux of poetry and prose, Paz’s fusion of
opposites embodies the paradoxical nature of life that simultaneously mystifies and entrances us.
It is this juxtaposition of opposites that inspires me.
Little pearls of insight caught in divergent creases.
When we sit, stillness manifests.
There is calm; a sense of peace is available to us.
But as we continue in silence, we may note that within this deep stillness there is an ever-present trembling, pulsating, changing nature to our experience.
Our breath is moving, sounds are arising and dissipating, thoughts coming together and dissolving, emotions moving, melding, and coloring endless next moments. We may find the very nature of our bodies and the world around to be change. This life rocks. Yet, there is stillness.
The still point....
an excerpt from T.S. Elliot's Four Quartets
...At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.