Kaiser left/top and Bruno right/bottom, Bruno one day before he died. Who can see these visages and not at least wonder if they know what we cannot?
The poem, Wünschelrute/Diving Rod,, below, is one of my favorites. It expresses so well my sense is that there are realities behind what we see, hear, touch, say. Our world is the amalgam of the tales we tell each other. Our lives ride on waves of stories. Behind the tales, we can sense and perhaps touch some other levels of reality. What you see is not what you get. For me, at least, what drives the show is where the real action is.
So I like to try to peer through the scrim, to see behind the illusion. That can produce, occasionally, an awakening.
It would be wonderful to do that as the poem describes it:
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen, / There sleeps a song in all of being
Die da träumen fort und fort / which slumbers, dreaming, nothing heard,
Und die Welt hebt an zu singen / And then the world rises up with singing,
Triffst du nur das Zauberwort. / If you but touch the magic word.
(by Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff / Baron of Eichendorff, 19th Century German Nobelman, Government Administrator for Prussia and the quintessential German Romantic Poet)
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