I was scheduled to attend an on-the-ground wisdom group gathering in Claymont in January of this year. The gathering was designed around the annual commemoration of G.I. Gurdjieff’s birthday, and included teachings by Cynthia, group work, practices, movements, and a continuation of the wisdom civics thread that has been ongoing for over a year now.
Author: Thomas
I AM THE TENT
“There is óne thing I ásk of the Lórd, * for thís I lóng,
to líve in the hóuse of the Lórd, *
all the dáys of my lífe,
to sávour the swéetness of the Lórd, *
to behóld his témple.
This Place Too Small
Look about and see,
they are all gathering and coming to you.
As I live, says the Lord,
you shall be arrayed with them all, as with adornments,
like a bride you shall fasten them on you.
Though you were waste and desolate,
a land of ruins,
Now you shall be too small for your inhabitants,
while those who swallowed you up will be far away.
The Common Good: Opening the Frame
“In each of these crises, can be rediscovered to a certain degree the primitive image of all emergencies, namely birth. In that primitive experience, the whole organism had to readapt itself completely to save itself from immediate death. The lungs opened with a cry of distress.
WAKING DIAPHONY
You woke me
Early this morning,
Though I did not
realize at first.
Led outside, I hear
the first birds
Of the pre-dawn
ready for the day.
So sudden
I feel that morning
Of long ago
Present now…
Your release,
Reentry Now,
Here, Now
Never leaves
Remaining and working
Freedom shining
through tears and toil
Bloom and breaking
A tightness in the chest
there in the Deep
between the stars
and the earth
The hollow calls
Yearning and holding
A treacherous chord
Such tender beguiling
‘Til the birds’ sweet chant
loosens so slightly
the dissonant wound
with upwelling tones
Letting it breathe
And unfolding
Strange new music
Daring the darkness tpt 3/12/21…