What is Evolution?

“We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
That’s how a young person turns towards a teacher.
That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through the migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.”
— The Story of Evolution
Rumi, 13th Century


Songs of Innocence and of Experience.

Before the Psalms there was the Book of Job.

A book that was, as fate would have it,  illustrated by the world renowned William Blake. A poet I met over a decade ago while "studying" Literature in 6th Form.

Descriptions of Behemoths and other mystical creatures led me on a retrospective search of William Blake's material. Which eventually took me back to the Songs of Innocence and Experience.

Below is one of my favourite poems from the Songs of Experience. I actuallykept a printed copy of it in my journal for quite some time back then.
[I wonder what ever became of that journal....hmmm]

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, —
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

A beautiful poem about the different attitudes we have towards those we consider friend and those we consider foe. Take heed.

If this has sparked any nostalgia or interest within, you can read the rest of Blake's poems here: http://triggs.djvu.org/djvu-editions.com/BLAKE/SONGS/Download.pdf


am less innocent and more experienced these days...

Nadya Dee

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Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."