“Walk this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,” sang good ole Walt Whitman.
Few listened, and although he’s become something of a byword amongst the poetic set, a few of them at any rate, what he was getting at has been largely ignored in our collective rush into modernity.
The origin of all poems. All fantasy, myths and religions too, I’d add. And all of our clumsy avenues back to the source, back to nature, back to Life into the bargain.
It’s a language of sorts I am talking about here. The origin and root of all languages if you will.
And I’ll tell you something. When you begin to be conversant in this language you become something of a multi-linguist. Should you find yourself in a religious sanctuary, any religious shrine, temple, or sacred place, you will immediately recognize the wording, the inflexion given to the elemental pictorial and experiential ingredients that comprise the language I am referring to here.
For everything is a variation, an elaboration on one theme, and that theme is Life.
How do we connect back to that seminal language?
It’s simple really.
By connecting back to ourselves. Connecting back to the experiential core of ourselves that is.
It is not, as a great many would-be mindfulness gurus would have you believe, a mental, intellectual process. Rather, it is a tapping back into the essence of our foundational experiences in Life. And one of the challenges we face in this modern world of our’s is our parent’s and society’s well-meaning but misguided desire to shield us at all costs from the harsh universal realities of Life. What all this societal shielding and parental protection does in reality is dry up the very sources and well-springs of our experiential selves.
Our hearts and souls wither while our ‘understanding,’ our reason is overstimulated and grows beyond all bounds of poise and equilibrium. We fall into the trap of rational imbalance and join the herd, the collective, earning a ‘living’ but dying all the while to ourselves.
“Walk this day and night with me,” sang that late nineteenth century American sage, good ole Wally.
Few went for that walk, while the vast majority since then have fallen into lockstep with the times, hence where we are today in this world of our’s.
No matter. The choice remains our’s, as individuals that is.
The world, believe it or not, is perfect precisely as it is.
It is up to us to walk back to the perfection…
That is Life!