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Below are words from some of my favorite poets. I have used their words to explain
my belief, religion, or my path in this life. I have no name for my belief, the closest I can
come is maybe if you took a little bit of Christianity, Paganism, Spiritualism, and Pantheism,
and mixed them altogether. But, that's ok if there is no name for it, the most important thing is it
works for me…
To The Ocean
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society where none intrudes
by the deep sea, and music in its roar.
I love not man the less, but nature more,
from there our interviews in which I steal
from all I may be, or have been before,
to mingle with the universe, and feel
what I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
by Lord Byron
Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
I hear and behold God in every object. . .
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty four,
and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God,
and in my own face in the glass.
I find letters from God dropped in the street -
and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are,
for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.
Walt Whitman (1860)]
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns,
moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All distances, however wide,
All distances of time - all inanimate forms,
All Souls - all living bodies, though they be
ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral
processes - the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women - me also,
All nations, colors, barbarisms,
civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed, or may exist,
on this globe or any globe,
All lives and deaths - all of past, present and future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has
spanned, and shall forever
span them, and compactly hold them.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
A motion and a spirit that impels all things . . .
And I have felt
a presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth . . .
~[Tintern Abbey, 93-105 (1798)]~
PANTHEA
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerve-less germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill.
So when men bury us beneath the yew
Thy crimson-stainèd mouth a rose will be,
And thy soft eyes lush bluebells dimmed with dew,
And when the white narcissus wantonly
Kisses the wind its playmate, some faint joy
Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all æons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
From Poem Panthea By
~Wilde, Oscar. 1881. Poems.~
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Original music composed by Tom Williams III,
Copyright © 1996-98 Dreamsharer Music, Ltd.
Used With Permission.
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