Monday, November 25, 2024

New poem: "By Way of My Personal Library"

 

By Way of My Personal Library

 

I have over three thousand books in my personal library;

a thousand or so on make-do brick book shelves in the basement,

and the rest in nice bookcases throughout our two-story home

here in beautiful Georgian Bay, Ontario, the most necessary books

handy for my writing in what Virginia Woolf called “a room of one’s

own.” But I certainly have not read all of my books, and probably

never will. As Andrew Marvel said to his coy mistress, “But at my back

I always hear /Time’s winged chariot hurrying near,” and what time

I have left on this side of the Great Divide, I hope to spend on the books

I have already written and are ready to see the light of day. It’s been

a long journey of self-discovery, and every book in my library has served

its purpose in my quest for my true self; the unread books giving me

comfort and support (and a little guilt) just being there to look at; many

books that I read for knowledge and intellectual stimulation; and many

more books that I read for spiritual guidance, two, three, and four times

even (Ouspensky’s In Search of the Miraculous that introduced me to

Gurdjieff’s Fourth Way teaching that changed my life; Jung’s Memories,

Dreams, Reflections; Glenda Green’s Love without End and The Keys

of Jeshua that opened up Christ’s cryptic teaching; Adam Begley’s biography Updike that I read four times to write my novel Talking with John Updike;

and books of poetry and personal essays that I re-read for the pleasure

they always give me), and as I paused this morning from reading my novel

memoir Three Friends: An Atheist, An Agnostic, and Me that I hope to see

published before I cross over to the Other Side, I looked at all my books

in my writing room and smiled at how far they had taken me to get to where

I am today, to the mystical union of blissful resolution of my inner and outer

self that Carl Gustav Jung called “mysterium coniunctionis,” also known

as the sacred marriage of our paradoxical nature, my Soul Self.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, November 17, 2024

 

 

 

 

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