This symbol by M.C. Escher, shows elegant leaves fallen from the exuberance of Summer back into cold water and decay – a September mood. It is entitled Three Worlds – the trees are dead, ready for winter and then re-birth in the Spring. The beautiful leaves are now in decomposition, and the fish represents eternal life.
EVENING / WEST / FALL / TAMAS
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Everything that has a beginning has an end. The Universe began in a vacuum. It will end in a vacuum. That which has formed will return to the formless. In the metaphor of the four seasons, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter, this principle would be the Fall. This is the time belonging to Persephone, the Greek goddess, preparing to descend into the underworld.
This is the great Law of Return, going home. Eventually we all get homesick and want to return home regardless of where we have been and what we have accomplished. We have earned our rest and have the deepest yearning to return to the beginning, to friends and the old familiar. Graceful de-construction is a blessing. It is necessary to clear our ‘history’ and wash the slate clean for a fresh start. Successes as well as failures, equally, become limitations to further growth and evolution. When the right time has come, bulldoze them out of the way. Can you imagine what a mess this place would be if nothing ever rotted?
For Two Cents
… Thousands of things to do … Ideas popping in and out … Love drifting off into the sea. Mind and storm … Job and hate, lifting me next to the end, and so much that obligation, not responsibility, demands that I accomplish. Such a task … Oh, you irregarded race – Why is it that you’ve made me a path of grass and stones to walk upon? Doesn’t anyone out here earn the green and wood of softened turf, that joy of fresh live air in a place just a mile closer to peace? I’ve set my own trap and despise the house. Why doesn’t some small portion of love’s perfume drift my way? The words coat my tongue and rip into my heart only to wake me into a screaming sound of walled-in nightmares. Someday I’ll travel far and away, for two cents, as one man put it, to a place of stone on a hill by the ocean and rest next to my eyes over the ageless waters. I’ll be content, and more so, with her hand by mine. Perhaps I would for only one cent and be the richer.
It is a principle of Sufism to plan for the end of an enterprise, even before beginning it. The Sufi’s say “die before you die.” Compose a good life, then compose a good death. William Blake wrote in a guest book, “William Blake, born 27 November 1757, and has died several times since.” And cummings wrote –
“Let liars wilt, repaying life they’re loaned;
we (by a gift called dying born) must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose, whole find”
We might also call this law the Law of Completion. One of the most satisfying feelings is the sense of having attained full closure on a project or a lifetime, “the peace that passeth all understanding.” If we were completely deprived of the sense of completion, life would become pointless and sour.
We celebrate the Sabbath as the completion of a busy week, the suspension of all anxiety and of all stress and strain. It is a welcome ending to the week, punctuating our lives with a return to the center, for self-withdrawal, for rebirth, for rejuvenation. It closes the books on a lifetime where the assets finally balance out the liabilities, where the income precisely covers the expenses, where perfect symmetry is ultimately achieved. The time has come to turn over all the karma, good and bad alike, to the Universe. What a relief!
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”
– William Butler Yeats
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