Theosophical Wanderings

At times I will share passages from literature, philosophy, poetry, lyrics, etc that have both moved and sustained me. While many of the authors may not be from the recognized theosophical literature I believe they are theosophical in nature none-the-less. I also believe that the authors I bring here do their best work when I stay out of there way as much as possible. Other readers are encouraged to share as well.

--bill

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Comment by Bill Meredith on April 13, 2009 at 6:49am: “If your knowledge of fire has been turned to certainty by words alone, then seek to be cooked by the fire itself. Don’t abide in borrowed certainty. There is no real certainty until you burn; if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.”
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*Mevlana Rumi
13th century sufi poet and mystic

Comment by Bill Meredith on April 12, 2009 at 8:04am: The mind is urged to ask for one cause of many effects; then for the
cause of that; and again the cause, diving still into the profound:
self-assured that it shall arrive at an absolute and sufficient one,-
a one that shall be all. "In the midst of the sun is the light, in
the midst of the light is truth, and in the midst of truth is the
imperishable being," say the Vedas. All philosophy, of East and
West, has the same centripetence. Urged by an opposite necessity,
the mind returns from the one to that which is not one, but other or
many; from cause to effect; and affirms the necessary existence of
variety, the self-existence of both, as each is involved in the
other. These strictly-blended elements it is the problem of thought
to separate and to reconcile. Their existence is mutually
contradictory and exclusive; and each so fast slides into the other
that we can never say what is one, and what it is not. The Proteus
is as nimble in the highest as in the lowest grounds; when we
contemplate the one, the true, the good,- as in the surfaces and
extremities of matter. – Emerson’s Plato

Comment by Bill Meredith on April 11, 2009 at 3:58pm: [The Road Not Taken]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

--Robert Frost, 1920

Comment by Bill Meredith on April 11, 2009 at 3:57pm: Somehow I deleted the previous blog by this name, so I am starting it again. My previous submissions will be sprinkled into this new blog over time. To those of you who contributed to the previous blog, please repost them here. Thanks.