Serendipitous Synchronicity

In the mailbox this morning…

Fr. Richard Rohr's Meditations today contained a reference to Robert Bly's The Little Book on the Human Shadow, a favorite of many years. A reminiscent search on Google turned up this poem by Pablo Neruda, which, as it turns out, was posted to Emily Brightwood's (see below) bedroom wall.

La Poesia – by Pablo Neruda– translation by David Whyte

And something ignited in my soul,
fever or unremembered wings,
and I went my own way,
deciphering
that burning fire,
and I wrote the first bare line,
bare, without substance, pure
foolishness,
pure wisdom
of one who knows nothing,
and suddenly
I saw the heavens
unfastened
and open.

And me, a tiny being,

inebriated by the great void

filled with stars,

in the image and likeness

of the mystery,

I felt I was a part of the pure

abyss,

I wandered with the stars,

my heart was unleashed in the wind.

Poesia mirrors the life of Emily Shenandoah Brightwood (October 24, 1997-February 7, 2015). Emily began meditation before the age of 1, wrote her first poem at the age of five and never stopped. Read about her lovely, powerful, and sadly short life: https://emilybrightwood.com/ You'll be glad you did...seriously.