Through the unknown, remembered gate

The ouruborus. One of my favorite poets, T.S. Eliot said “We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half heard, in the stillness Between the two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always– A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of things shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.”

In so many ways, I feel this. In my relationships, my home, my beliefs, my SELF. This weekend at the OM FEST, I had the opportunity for quiet reflection, and like the ouruborus, I have been eating my own tail, chewing on it, gnawing, ingesting the wisdom there. I have come full circle in SO many ways, not the least of which is my spirituality.

Something nascent and yet mature in it’s birthing is pushing through the soil in me and I’m delighted to finally have the courage to start offering it back to the world in small degrees and to delight in that journey.


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