In the deep heart’s core

Source: The Hitavada      Date: 16 Oct 2018 11:20:10


 

By Vijay Phanshikar,

 


 

 

 

 

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and
wattles made:...
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,...
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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
- W B Yeats,
excerpted from
‘The Lake Of Innisfree’

 



THIS is a universal wish -- of all persons
seeking a quiet moment -- even the whole of life -- in which to engage with the sounds of lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore...!
Out in the humdrum of practical life, even dreaming of such a moment is treated as a
poetic nonsense. Can there be really such a moment, such a place -- with a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made...? Can there really be a moment when one has the freedom to peep into deep heart’s core and hear those almost-divine sounds?


These questions often remain unanswered -- for want of any place so unaffected by life’s grime -- or glamour. Those who find such places -- or a place -- are lucky, to say the least. Yet, even when they describe such places, such serene spots, others harbour doubts if the tale is true or it has a twist that they cannot fathom!


Let alone a place like this -- so serene, so unperturbed, so placid -- in physical presence, it does exist in people’s hearts. There is a craving, very silent, very subtle, almost very sly, to have such a place, to be able to go there, to be able to live there though for a few moments. A lot of romance with self has been born in such mental incarnation, a lot of poetry has found expression of that inner connect with such a heavenly place. And the mind keeps telling itself:...


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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Yeats might not have meant it to be a
mental engagement. Yet, beyond the physical place named Innisfree, such a place does exist in everybody’s heart where there is that kind of stillness, that kind of silence that takes one straight to one’s own core.
Of course, that core has a divine, sublime and also a
spiritual presence whose definitions one
can hardly spell out.


Yet, the place is there -- in the far corners of one’s mind where slow and low waves of life’s lake lap wordlessly by the shore of consciousness, very subtly waking one up into a heaven of awareness of self.
How one longs, then, to ensure that that placidness stays undisturbed, unperturbed!


But that is a tall order, of course, as each one of us knows. That serenity is almost always elusive, almost cruelly evasive. In order to get to that haven within, one has to make oneself very still -- in body and mind -- and look inward deep into the darkness  within in search of those sounds of silence.


Perhaps, Yeats’ Innisfree is in there, very deep, almost beyond reach.
Yet, this is one zone sublime that one keeps searching for all along life’s journey ...
...in the deep heart’s core!