It was a Poet-Philosopher’s Dream – to watch Life of Pi tonight with my family. To watch the beautiful interpretation of delving into oneself to learn about the great unknowns, the enormous out there, the big questions, the tiger, the vegetarian, the sea and the sky and the storm and the quiet.
Oh, such a tremendous movie. Such a story. Such an achievement.
A poet I love, recently spent a month writing about religion. This morning, my waking thought was to do something similar, to write every day for a month, and maybe get to the end of my anger and suppression. I want to taste some of the bitter roots, and find the sweet again in the words, the poetry that used to wash over me. I feel like I haven’t been able to write poetry for years, because my starting place is in disarray.
More than anything, I am a mystic. I am drawn to the language and the wealth of beauty within scripture. I recently had someone chide me for not having an accepted deity in my life, in my frame of reference, in my vocabulary. Little did this person know how much their words sent me back to years of feeling at odds with the church.
If ever I had once met someone within the church (other than my parents) who read the scriptures, enjoyed them, felt a reverence for the words and the meaning, was moved to tears perhaps. If ever. But no. The only reading I ever saw was reading to prove a point, or to get a convert, never just to see how the words gently rained over the spirit and brought a sense of seeing or recognition. And usually not even that. Not reading at all, just, “My pastor said.”
All my poetry used to start with a phrase or a verse of scripture. When the church started telling me how to vote, and being more political than anything else, more caring about the outcome of a race, than the state of my soul… I lost interest. I did. I cannot condone the way of the church anymore. Especially when I was broken, and shattered, and begging for help, and the church I attended looked the other way.
And yet, there’s a part of me that breaks every time I feel anger seeping into my voice when I speak about my faith. Part of me still seeks the grandeur, the falling to my knees in reverence, the tears of joy, the kinship and the sense of belonging.
This movie brought all these questions to the surface, and to a spectacular visual dialogue of the smaller parts of these big ideas. Down to the heartbeat in the drumbeat, in the wave and flute music, in the chanting, in the bellows of a boy on the verge, of a tiger on the brink of starvation, of the meerkats. And the look of wonder reflected from our own eyes, in the eyes of the interviewer.
The main character of the movie was a delightful reverent, who was comfortable claiming god, speaking about and to god, and still being racked with doubts and questions. Maybe that is what I have been missing, any sense of curiosity for more. All I ever got from church was a sure answer that didn’t seem to realize that its own answer created more questions. It is time to write these questions, these dialogues, these moments of extreme beauty and bewilderment. There is splendor in the complexity and the glorious unknowing.
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8 thoughts on “Such a Golden, Ruffled Dreamworld; Such a Blue, Blue Sea!”
Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! I am on a different but similar journey looking for lost faith. Your honesty and your clarity and your anger give me courage and hope – that it is possible to find what was once beautiful again.
“To find what was once beautiful again.” Love this line. I think I have always found my beauty in between the lines anyway. Tucked in the pauses between words, in the stillness, in the held breath after something so powerful the applause has to wait. In those places, I find a holy heartbeat.
Thank you so much for being here with me!
I feel this way so often … distant from/disillusioned by organized religion, and yet craving its grandeur and peace. You’ve expressed that so well here. And thanks so much for the mention and link!
My dad is actually part of a talk tomorrow that is being covered by The Huffington Post. I would love to see a genuine resurgence of intellectual thought about spiritual matters. “The Church” is giving herself mostly negative press these days. I believe my dad is one to watch for some challenging thinking infused with heart and love and joy. I look forward to seeing what happens in that conversation!
Your words are always deeply felt by this reader.
Thank you for sharing, Liesl. It reminded me of one of my favorite scriptures…it comes from Job, who was going through a terrible time and became an example of Hope to all of us. After talking about the grandeur and the power of creation Job said: “And these are but the outer fringe of His works; how faint the whisper we hear of Him! Who then can understand the thunder of His power?” Job 26:14. I Love that passage…it always comes to mind when I see the ocean or the stars or the mountains or a beautiful hillside covered with flowers…. – Love you!
And I love that you and I find these obscure verses to feed our souls and keep us plugged in and seeking more! There are some who read and find beauty in the less travelled sections!
I love the way you write. I find myself lingering on your words because of the magic way you put them together. Now I can’t wait to see the movie!
Thank you, Kate. You just brought tears to my eyes. And yes, the movie is worth all the hype. Absolutely!