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The Self is the centre of the story
I watch you slowly turn about
The centre of the story
Your inmost page does so amaze
& wake in you a glory
You see her now, she’s all about
She’s rata, bush & honey
The centre bright, is also height
& rain & cloud & sunny
She’s in your heart, she’s second start
She comes when you are ready
When all that’s blind, within your mind
Is calm & clear & steady
The Self is midpoint, & the edge
She’s boiling & expansive
She’s painter, brush & pigment bright
& also is the canvas
When the saying was given it focused on the book I was writing;
(Sacred Fractions)
I was being told ‘the Self’ is the central theme of the book
The saying can be seen through a wider lens; the Self is the centre of the human story
The poem follows the story of a woman who discovers the Self at the centre of her life
‘Your inmost page does so amaze & wake in you a glory’
The woman makes the discovery that she is experiencing the Self within, & also without; (as the outer world)
‘She’s all about; she’s rata, bush & honey’
The Self is everything the woman see’s & knows
The Self is consciousness
‘She’s painter, brush & pigment bright & also is the canvas’