The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
dark forest 11: climbing down the roots of the tree
You can climb in its branches to the heavens; but first you need to climb down its ganglia of roots, into the Underworld heart of the dark earth with its dreams and memories, ancestors and becomings.
Every threshold is guarded. Here, on the descent, you do battle with your fears, your regrets, your unmet hopes and dreams, your past, your future, the ways in which you've messed up, been unkind, acted out of ignorance and thoughtlessness.
There will be a question for you.
You have to loosen your pride.
You have to let go of all you know.
You have perhaps already let go of your youthful innocence, your sense that your little life is a vast unending canvas that stretches to the stars.
And now, at last, you can ease your rucksack off your shoulders, and leave it here propped against the tree. In the realm of the Underworld you won't need all the things that seem so essential in the world between heaven and earth.
But you will need to sacrifice something in order to cross the threshold – perhaps that which is most precious to you. (And you'll have to do that again climbing back up before the ascent into light – but that's another story, and your most precious thing may not be the same thing as before.)
And then you can let go; in fact, there is nothing else you can do if you wish to find the Pearl Beyond All Price that is your own soul.
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