Alchemical Garden: the Body of Spirit

I have been to the sea for a week. It settles me deep in to  my contemplative self, and here is a poem which I recalled while I was there. It is by Mary Oliver, who writes so well of the mystery of the soul, and reminds us of the redeeming value of paying close attention to the world (in this case, to sound). As ever, she ends with a reminder of the constant necessity for love. This poem is called Bone.


Understand, I am always trying to figure out

what the soul is,

and where it is hidden,

and what shape

and so, last week, 

when I found on the beach

the ear bone

of a pilot whale that may have died

hundreds of years ago, I thought

maybe I was close

to discovering something

for the ear bone


is the portion that lasts longest

in any of us, man…

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