Spring I welcome spring wholeheartedly, the thaw followed by nature’s regrowth, and renewal is always a beautiful comfort. There is a hopefulness in Spring. The longer days give me… Read more “Spring, Growth, Expansion, and LuneInnate”
Tag: emergence
V&E Zarathustra Series: 7 Observable Signs of Rebirth
The third part of the V&E Series Zarathustra’s Discourses from Prologue II and we meet a saint in the forest who has met Zarathustra both before and after his Rebirth. From the saint’s remarks on the changes he sees I have come up with list of the 7 Observable signs of Rebirth.
V&E Zarathustra Series: Part II Passion, the Active, and Fire
The second in the V&E series Zarathustra’s Discourses I am discovering what it means to transition from the passive being (emergence) to the active becoming (vehemence).
How do you know it’s love?
I know I love Kahlil Gibran… Sharing an article from MakeItUltra™ called 5 Signs of Codependency that I think everyone should read!
V&E Zarathustra Series: Part I Awareness, Letting Be, and the Passive
I am starting a series on passion and discovery through a reading of Friedrich Nietzsche’s Zarathustra’s Discourses. Starting from the beginning, I will be using the text to discover the meaning of the self, rebirth, and renewal, and motivation of the self through being and becoming.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
by William Butler Yeats 1919
I’m curious, how does this poem make you feel?
Is this simply a response to the traumatic WWI, and if so, why is our response to trauma to end it all? To believe that it is all ending?
You are not a mess, you are vulnerable
“You are not a mess
You are brave for trying”
Vulnerability is noble, but it’s not easy. The war-torn path behind me indicates I have made many messes and many mistakes, but is that such a bad thing? Or do the courageous and brave get confused with the meek?
A Question Answered?
From William Blake’s poem: A Question Answered. What is it men in women do require? What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire. Do you accept this answer?
vehemence & emergence 