I havent yet read, but perhaps there are books, that speak to language as containing the essence of a deeper, more profound truth about our lives. I live in this other world, that totally speaks to me, in volumes, within silence, and in words, spoken and unspoken I hear something very deep. Kenosis. How can it be that no one hears the word Gnosis itself in this, so immediately obvious to me. And keen, as in the most mournful keening of loss, a Mother holding her broken child, the Pieta itself? Even that other meaning of the word Keen. How is it that no one hears the very word silence as containing the Sigh, that long drawn out, wounding, even piercing, sometimes mournful, perhaps empathic and comforting sigh? I am trying so hard on line here to express something, down all the years, that within the words, the LOGOS itself, are buried deep, ongoing mirroring connects to our lives as we live them, the paradoxical constant nature of being itself.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:49:58 +0000