Wandering on the ‘misty isle‘ I happened upon reflections in a dark pond, the message of the photograph became the two directions, up and down, towards and away, only revealed when the image was turned sideways.
Yesterday a friend introduced me to this poem by Quinn Bailey.
When our internal or external worlds are turned sideways, that can sometimes be
“when the boulder in front of the cave begins to shift”
THE ONLY TWO DIRECTIONS BY QUINN BAILEY
This world has only two true directions:
Towards and away.
The big fear, in the end, is to awake and find that
You chose away.
That the hand
Which held you down
Was none other
Than your own.
Of that which is not truly us
Renders even the most
Powerful vision useless
When the boulder in front of the cave begins to shift
When that first illuminating shaft
Pierces the dark
Do not hesitate long
Do not waste time
Anticipating the griefs
Yet to come
They cannot be helped and perhaps are necessary
On that long
And awkward walk
The Currents of the World
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