the wordless mystery

FullSizeRender-4abundance lifted on the arc of time
then the folding in ~
the circular successions of creation and negation
forever changing, dark and luminous
nature and destiny, coming and passing
ever active, whole, eternally nameless
the wild river, the still mountain
the wordless mystery

© 2016, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

God, are you the one who is living life?


In honor of Penticost Sunday, a little something of Rilke’s for Cousin Dan and The Congregation of the Holy Spirit. Love ~

And yet, though we strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery:

All life is being lived.

Who is living it, then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?

Is it the winds blowing over the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?

Is it flowers
interweaving their fragrances,
or streets, as they wind through time?

Is it animals, warmly moving,
or the birds, that suddenly rise up?

Who lives it, then? God, are you the one
who is living life?

Rainer Marie Rilke (1874-1927), Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist, from The Book of Hours, Book 2, Poem 12

© 2015 photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

etching essential patterns

800px-Young_Galaxy_Accreting_MaterialOh! the brilliant suns,
the gyrating galaxies
strumming the music of the Universe,
its coruscating rhythms,
they’re all of a piece
infiltrating life
finding the interstitial places
filling every emptiness,
etching essential patterns
onto everything and into each
expression of our being

© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Illustration ~ Artist’s impression of a young galaxy accreting material by ESO/L. Calçada under CC Attribution 3.0 Unported License