INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY

                   I intend to enclose some of my favourite
passages from William Wordsworth's poem
"Imitations of Immortality".


Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
   Hath had elsewhere its setting,
   And cometh from afar:
   Not in entire forgetfulness,
   And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
   From God, who is our home:



"Trailing clouds of glory do we come" -
famous words & spiritual, too!



Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
   Thy soul's immensity;


This is what any real teacher will tell you...
don't listen to all the petty horseshit you
hear about yourself in the media...
Your heart-soul-mind is an immensity
that is the conscious organ 
at the core of the infinite universe.
At the heart of the spiral galaxy
there is one mind... The mind of God
is your mind.

 
 Hence in a season of calm weather
   Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
   Which brought us hither.

Memories of that Eternal Silence
from which we come.

 

   Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
   We will grieve not, rather find
   Strength in what remains behind;
   In the primal sympathy
   Which having been must ever be.


 Years ago there was a pretty good movie
called, "Splendour In The Grass".
The person who chose that title knew
something about something.