As Above, So Below

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I have been desperate for some literature and poetry to read, can I hear some suggestions from your deeper core if you would be so kind?

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Pablo Neruda's poetry is always good for the soul.

To delve deep into the psyche, find a copy of Monika Wikman’s Pregnant Darkness: Alchemy and the Rebirth of Consciousness. Loving her verve and insight. You won’t be disappointed.

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—-
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

—Pablo Neruda, Lost In The Forest

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

I become as still as the first reading every time I revisit Neruda’s realm of language and emotion. His words have a resonance like no other.