IF IT’S MEANT TO BE
IT ALREADY WAS/IS
AND ALL OF LIFE
IS A DÉJÀ VU
*IF IT’S MEANT TO BE
IT ALREADY IS
AND ALL OF LIFE
BECOMES A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU.*
*(FIRST VERSION THAT WORDED
1986 TN WOODS)
that "Synchronistically" Found us this morning just after the above Whisper Worded
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a thought that rises,
lifted out from all else,
like the stars,
is not merely an empirical process of appropriating
or digesting blocks of life.
Experience is rather a journey of transfiguration.
Both that which is lived and the one who lives it
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to take the destiny or future of experience seriously.
This is a particularly poignant necessity,
given that the future of each experience is its disappearance.
The destiny of every experience is transience.
Transience makes a ghost out of each experience.
There was never a dawn that did not drop down into noon,
never a noon which did not fade into evening,
and never an evening
that did not get buried
in the graveyard of the night.
transience makes a ghost.
The future, rich with possibility, becomes a vacant past.
Every thing, no matter how painful, beautiful or sonorous,
recedes into the silence of transience.
Transience too is the maker of the final silence,
the silence of death.
Is the silence which transience brings a vacant silence?
Does everything vanish into emptiness?
Like the patterns which birdflight makes in the air,
is there nothing left?
Where does the flame go when the candle is blown out?
Is there a place where the past can gather?
I believe there is.
That place is memory.
That which holds out against transience is memoria.
gathering and interweaving experience.
For nothing that happens to us
is ever finally lost or forgotten.
everything that happens to us
remains somehow still alive within us.
the concealed nature of memoria is easier to understand.
Memoria is the harvester and harvest of transfigured experience.
the coagulations of memoria are at work.
that there is the possibility
of any continuity in experience.
To see that life would never ask us to “master” it,
but to become, dance, and play as its humble servant.
Explore, and then rest.
And then explore,
and then rest.
Sort of like an ocean or a star.
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