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Monday, February 21, 2011

sto12ne


I look for God
in the halo,
in the nimbus, cumulus...
in the airports of the cirrus
clouds wispy tarmac...
in the wreckage of
a thousand worlds and still wonder...
Posted by Montag at 1:23 AM

3 comments:

Professor 0110 said...

I read this poem (what sort is it, if any?) in two ways. Mostly referring to the last line: the first couple of times I read "in the wreckage of
a thousand worlds and still wonder..." I believed the narrator was searching for God in all those wrecked worlds and finding "still wonder" amongst the desolation...a sort of comeliness amongst the wasteland, a meditative stillness. The third time I read that last line, I realized it probably refers to looking all over for God and even after searching the universe cannot find Him.

...But the narrator has just been looking in the wrong places. It is like searching for love in a rock. You aren't going to find love in a rock. Love can only come from inside. And, likewise, the search for God always begins inside you.

Ben

Monday, February 21, 2011 4:46:00 PM
Montag said...
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011 5:55:00 AM
Montag said...

Reading your comment, I realize there is more to the "stone" than I thought: space travel, space ports in the clouds, the Halo story (halo=nimbus), narrative of violence being a quest for an undefined "Power" ...

You are exact.
But "inside" to most people means "inside as I am right now".

St.Paul tells us to put away the things of a child, using toys as a metaphor for one's entire education from birth up to this very moment. Then we must be transformed...
"...we shall not all die, but we shall all be changed."

The radical transformation of the individual into a being able to seek and find The Holy is an enormous step... and mostly we do not believe it is necessary, because we are pretty wonderful the way we are.
If it were easy, Jesus would not have needed to fast in the desert for 40 days, the Lord Buddha would not have had to travel India in poverty, the people of Mecca and his own kinsmen would not have sought to kill the Prophet and his followers...
But it is not easy. It is the hardest thing in the world.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011 5:57:00 AM

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