{"id":420,"date":"2022-09-21T14:40:26","date_gmt":"2022-09-21T18:40:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=420"},"modified":"2022-09-21T14:40:26","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T18:40:26","slug":"come-bask-in-the-divine-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/come-bask-in-the-divine-light\/","title":{"rendered":"Come Bask in the Divine Light"},"content":{"rendered":"
If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things.<\/em> It\u2019s so simple really, Such a surplus of existence If you love everything, You\u2019ll become transparent Yes, you\u2019ll take your chances But nevertheless, believe If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. from The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoyevsky It\u2019s so simple really, and exactly as Dostoyevsky put it. Practicing it for such a long time now \u2013 loving every tree, bird, animal, ray of God\u2019s light \u2013 I\u2019d say he got it so right. Such a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":84,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[8],"coauthors":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nfrom The Brothers Karamazov<\/em>, Dostoyevsky<\/p>\n
\nand exactly as Dostoyevsky put it.
\nPracticing it for such a long
\ntime now \u2013 loving every tree,
\nbird, animal, ray of God\u2019s light \u2013
\nI\u2019d say he got it so right.<\/p>\n
\nall around us \u2013 bright stars
\nshining down on devastated land,
\ncarpet of scarlet leaves spread
\nunder bare trees, season of
\nmists \u2013 every thorn bush drips
\nwith moisture, holy
\nas a cathedral cloister.<\/p>\n
\neven the diseased elm trees,
\nyou\u2019ll plant seeds, defiantly
\nbelieving there is hope.<\/p>\n
\namong trees, the divine mystery
\nwhispering in winter wind,
\ngreen holly, sun\u2019s rising
\nand setting, tides that abide
\nby the moon\u2019s bidding, the tribe
\nof Tiger, call of an owl on his
\nnightly prowl, finches perched
\non apple branches, two bulbuls
\nexchanging devoted glances.<\/p>\n
\non loving everything, though the more
\nyou love, the more you\u2019ll lose and grieve.<\/p>\n
\nDostoyevsky got it right.
\nCome bask in the divine light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"