The world we experience is the only world we can experience. We can describe that world to some extent, but event that is fluid.
“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation.” Paulo Coelho
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The picture and the poem come to life together. It is in pauses we find refreshment. We clear our minds and hearts of certainty and welcome what we do not understand and possibly cannot fully understand into our lives. It is in those moments that our hearts melt as we turn silently towards the sun.
“Shades of Gray in Winter”
Painting by Susan Fowler
From dailypaintersofcolorado.com
new streams cut and curve
diving down through the snowpack
escaping the slopes with the help of the sun
cold and barren ideas will eventually thaw
find their flowing descent from high mountains of mind
to the ponds and the pools where they join
other waters absconded from glaciers of ancient beliefs
swirling eddies reconstitute certainties
muddle and deconstruct dogmatic doctrines
no longer cast frozen in rarefied air
now in potable mixtures free radical concepts
available here within low-lying reach of the everyman
this is where thinking can have its refreshment
slake thirst for clear unpresumed knowledge
if only the thinker will kneel unassuming
make cup of his penitent palms and then drink
Teacher as Transformer 