Sharing is caring, so I wanted to share this poem with you. It may give us some insight into the matter of our heartmental processes. Everything is interconnected, interrelated, interdependent. As withoutin, so withinout – so let us be mindful of the energy we bring, the tunes that we sing, and the pendulums we swing. With timespace we are all involved in the process of co-creating participatory observations within dynamical-systems whirl-world of complimentary opposites.
The Tables Turned
By William Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you’ll grow double.
The sun, above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland Linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the Throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things;
—We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up these barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
Intellect can trick us into believing its lies. It has questions, answers and ingenious rationalizations. We build towers of babble and believe worlds of words. Forgetting that a Forest speaks when we walk through the woods.
Thank you for tuning in