TEN WHITE BEADS – the eighth bead

TEN  WHITE BEADS – Always We Begin Again

(With Commentary by Christen Lore Weber)

“…I wash myself with snow water…”

-Job 9.30




white wolfe

                sacred mountains

                                mysterious darkness

                                                dansing starlight

                                                                still waters

                                                                                falling snowflakes 

starlight melting snowflakes dansing in my unbroken heart

i am standing in the footprints of my beloved white wolfe

the footprints are my own and the circle is complete

a white wolfe rests in the white arms of his dark beloved



Here is the moment of ecstasy, an eternal moment when the two are one: The Human and divine, Snow and stars, Dark and light. The footprints are joined as the circle of life is complete. The mystic poet’s footprints and the footprints of the white wolfe are one. I have a paradoxical response to “unbroken heart.” It is as though the focus on “unbroken” here among a chain of seeming opposites serves to bring its own opposite to mind. So, reading “unbroken” I am strongly reminded of “broken.” The effect of this is an experience of the poet’s wonder over his unbroken heart—as though the expectation had been to find it (when he finally found it) broken. But wonder of wonders: It is whole and unbroken instead.


(ninth bead follows tomorrow)

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