There will always be the facts of life to contend with, and there are times when the facts can become overwhelming. Yet, there is a poem at the heart… - Michael J. Meade

There is a poem at the heart of things and a mythic story in the heart of each of us.

There is a poem at the heart of things and a mythic story in the heart of each of us. At certain times it is the poetry of life and the mythic imagination of the soul that become necessary in order to heal the wounds inflicted by an excess of reason or an overuse of force.

When a situation feels like a matter of life and death the deep self is close at hand and it already carries inner medicine and its own life remedy.

In mythic terms, the earth is a place of mystery and wonder where life always hangs by a thread and
all the events of history are loosely stitched upon the endless loom of eternity. Secretly, we are each tied to the divine.

The real treasure of life, the one difficult to find and hard to attain, is never far from us. That’s an unwritten rule on this earth. What we desperately desire and need most is buried in the recesses of our innermost being all along. This is the open secret found in many traditions and told in many ways. Yet it remains a secret
because trusting in oneself remains one of the hardest things to do in life.