Wordsworth

 

My experience of the truth of a dimension of life that was beyond the material world came at a very early age in my childhood from nature and has continued to this day.  I was blessed with the gift of access to the portal of what to me I called spirit – that complete loss of self consciousness and being at One with nothingness- the quality of that no thingness was a quiet joy, wholesomeness, ease of being, completeness, nothing  and everything at the same time and while there was nothing to do there was a compelling attraction of  interest to that no thingness that had no limit.

Wordsworth’s poems  gave beautiful and heart opening words to that experience. I had met a soul brother that confirmed the truth of my personal experiences. Importantly over time I came to see that this deeper dimension was not just out there it was in me  as me at the deepest level of Self- My subjectivity is  the interior of the creative impulse that is the driving force of the universe at the same time.

For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. 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.

Excerpt from the Wordsworth poem Lines (Tintern Abbey 1798)

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2 Responses to “Wordsworth”

  1. Bill Ryan says:

    Imants,
    This is my number one favourite piece of poetry!! Second is Keats ‘Ode to a Nightingale’.

  2. Imants says:

    Bill, Wow, that is so wonderful to know! I just read Keats “Ode to a Nightingale”- written in May 1819. Reminded me very much of Wordsworth’s “To the Cuckoo.” Both celebrating the mystery and joy of the call of these birds which to me is the joy of discovering the call of spirit. It is wonderful to be able to speak to you about poetry and the poetry of these giants of deep insight. Is it only baby boomers like us that still read and celebrate poetry? Regards Imants

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