Poetic Inspiration

Poetry has never been my thing, as I have always been in too much of a rush to read it slowly, fully and with appreciation. But a few years ago I discovered a gorgeous little book of poetry that really captured my attention and heart. So much so, that I had to ration myself to reading just one poem a day, not wanting to get to the end.

This is one of the poems that I keep returning to I can’t articulate why, but I find it beautiful and optimistic.

If one were to tell an unborn child that
outside the womb there is a glorious world
with green fields and lush gardens
high mountains and vast seas, with a sky
lit by the sun and the moon, the unborn
would not believe such absurdity.
Still in the dark womb how could he imagine the indescribable majesty of this world?
In the same way, when the mystics speak of worlds
beyond scent and colour, the common man
deafened by greed and blinded by self-interest
cannot grasp their reality.

from Rumi’s Little Book of Life
The Garden of the Soul, the Heart, and the Spirit

The simple life

My sister showed me this quotation by Carl Jung on the simple life, which he wrote in 1941, and it seems that not much has really changed….which makes it even more poignant.

The return to the simple life can be regarded as an unexpected stroke of luck, even if such a “return” requires no little sacrifice and is not even voluntary…All time-saving measures, which include easier communications and other conveniences, paradoxically do not save any time, but merely serve to fill up what time there is so that one really has no more time at all. This inevitably gives rise to breathless haste, superficiality, and nervous exhaustion, all with the attendant symptoms such as craving for stimulation, impatience, irritability, and vacillation. Such a condition leads to many things, but never to increased refinements of mind or heart.