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8.11.2012

the wisdom of darkness


south moravia  by krzysztof browko
 "On a farm you learn to respect nature,
particularly for the wisdom of its dark underworld.
When you sow things in the spring,
you commit them to the darkness of the soil.
The soil does its own work.

It is destructive to interfere with the rhythm and wisdom of its darkness.
You sow drills of potatoes on Tuesday and you are delighted with them.
You meet someone on a Wednesday who says
that you spread the potatoes too thickly, you will have no crop.

You dig up the potatoes again and spread them more thinly.

On the following Monday, you meet an agricultural advisor who says
this particular variety of seed potatoes needs to be spread close together.

You dig them up again and set them closer to each other.

If you keep scraping at the garden, you will never allow anything to grow.

People in our hungry modern world are always scraping at the clay of their hearts.
They have a new thought, a new plan, a new syndrome, that now explains why
they are the way they are.  They have found an old memory that opens a new wound.
They keep on relentlessly, again and again, scraping the clay away from their own hearts.

In nature (for example) we do not see the trees getting seriously involved in therapeutic analysis of their root systems or the whole stony world that they had to avoid on their way to the light.  Each tree grows in two directions at once, into the darkness and out to the light with as many branches and roots as it needs to embody its wild desires ...

It is wise to allow the soul to carry on its secret work in the night side of your life.
You might not see anything stirring for a long time.
You might have only the slightest intimations
of the secret growth that is happening within you,
but these intimations are sufficient."

~ by John O'Donohue
from Anam Cara

via: the beauty we love 
xxx

9 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Plant and wait. But be careful what you plant.


Tending the crops.

The farmer tills his fields,
Puts fences round his lot,
Knowing that his future yields
Rely on caring for his plot.

He tends to his land,
Improves it where it needs;
The crop is carefully planned,
He lovingly chooses seeds.

For the farmer wisely knows
That what he plants he reaps,
No use planting aloes
If he wants to harvest neeps.

Now there’s a magic vigour
To a farmer’s crop bestowed:
The harvest's always bigger
Than the cup of seeds he sowed.

It’s not unknown for a crop to fail
And bring the farmer pain,
But he knows in time he will prevail
And so plants his crop again.

So it is with life, my friends,
And our plots are far from scant.
Deal with what the season sends
And be careful what you plant.

Plant love and more of it ensues,
As a crop, it tops the scale.
But if hate’s the seed you choose,
Best hope your harvests fail.

red dirt girl said...

Oh this is great, Cosmo, and definitely stretches the crop metaphor in the quote. I like the second to last stanza best - deal with what the season sends and be careful what you plant ....

am I to be thinking a logically minded chemist might actually be waxing poetic about karma ???

lovely.
thank you.
xxx

Dave Renfro said...

I am working methodically to figure out a robust planting method which yields acceptable crops in all but the least lucky conditions. I have not found it yet.

red dirt girl said...

When you do, Dave, patent the idea quickly, sell it on the home shopping network, become a millionaire, write a best selling book, and retire early, then follow your passions ....

Personally I'm hoping your invention will come in an easy to swallow capsule. Wouldn't that be great - take one before bedtime and wake up with an entirely bright new outlook on life!!

xxx

goatman said...

All I know is that a cedar fencepost will last longer in the dark -- under the soil. Or in the dark of a farmpond under the water as a dockpost. Ask me not for more . . .

red dirt girl said...

ok goatman - so now you've thrown me a curve ball .... if darkness is actually beneficial for maintaining the integrity of cedar, I wonder if the parallel of our personal darkness being beneficial still rings true...well the quote certainly reads that way but also warns us of digging up or scraping the garden where our roots lay .... hmmm .... now i'm morally confused.

great.

xxx

goatman said...

Not to fall into the yin and yang of it and present obvious light/dark, good/evil suggestions (oh my I may have now , haven't I), I would like to fall on the darkness side and propose my moral confusion as to morons I seem to be surrounded by. Case in point: Some , here in Missouri, recently approved a constitutional state amendment which, among equally goofy things, "allows that the right of Missouri citizens to express their religious beliefs shall not be infringed and that school children have the right to pray". Am I on a different planet or are not these already guaranteed by the constitution and bill of rights? I know we are are ass deep in Republicans here but really, are they all nuts? In our little precinct, two votes against this redundant nonsense were cast. By whom you ask? . . . guess whom . . .

This is a veiled attempt to allow the kids in school not to have to study evolution if it disagrees with their, read parents, religion (although that wording was not part of the ballot presentation, it was part of the legislation!)

great

red dirt girl said...

goatman - read the writing on the wall while it is still legal, and get the heck out of dodge, my friend!!

Though I'm certain that peculiar nonsense has already infected the majority of my state as well ....

xxx

goatman said...

No, we must stay and fight here next to the pond with the ducks and the hope that I will hear them coming in time.