I’ve yet to read the full text of Chinua Achebe’s 1958 novel Things Fall Apart but I love the title. The title is taken from Yate’s 1919 poem, The Second Coming. No Longer at Ease and Arrow of God are the subsequent titles in Achebe’s trilogy. For me though, in thinking about making the move toward living a mindful life, I have to switch the order around. My process looks a little more like this:
No longer at ease
Things fall apart
Arrow of God
This space is dedicated to exploring that process of waking up and walking into a more keen awareness, of things breaking down , sometimes restoration, sometimes a complete letting go and always always always the presence of mystery and grace. This is my mindful life project-and I would love some company.
The Second Coming
WB Yeats 1919
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?