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" The world is mud-luscious

and puddle-wonderful "

e.e.cummings

The Deep is Not Our Enemy

October 17th, 2022

The book I mention is: The Living Classroom: Teaching and Collective Consciousness (Suny Series in Transpersonal and Humanistic Psychology) by Bache, Christopher M.

Here is the poem I read:

Song of a Man Who Has Come Through

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!

A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!

If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!

If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed

By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world

Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge

Driven by invisible blows,

The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,

I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,

Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?

What is the knocking at the door in the night?

It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.

Admit them, admit them

DH Lawrence

A number of viewers mentioned this lovely traditional Irish song: