May 22 2013

D. H. Lawrence – Pax

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Pax
by D. H. Lawrence

All that matters is to be at one with the living God
to be a creature in the house of the God of Life.

Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house, with the mistress,
at home, at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.

Sleeping on the hearth of the living world
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart
a presence
as of the master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being,
in the house of life.

— from The Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence, by D. H. Lawrence


/ Photo by Dee.Dee.M /

All that matters is to be at one with the living God
to be a creature in the house of the God of Life.

I had a couple of very good friends in childhood, but in many ways my closest companion was a calico cat named, Kitty Kumbah (a singsong name made up by a four-year-old me). She saw me through my parents’ divorce, through a disorienting move from Oregon to Southern California, and along the bumpy road into adolescence. She sat patiently listening to my talking and tantrums. She slept on my bed each night and, one year, gave birth to a litter of kittens on my belly while I was asleep. When I was 16, Kitty Kumbah died in my arms, having carried me safely through my childhood.

feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart

What I remember most was how she taught me meditation, stillness, poise, contentment, and the importance of a well-chosen seat. She taught me pax… peace. That cat was my first spiritual teacher.

Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace

PS – My thoughts and prayers are with the people of Oklahoma.






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6 Responses to “D. H. Lawrence – Pax”

  1. maryann moonon 22 May 2013 at 9:18 am

    Dear sweet poet, Ivan Granger,

    I am in love with your words as much as I am of D.H. Lawrence’s. It is so dear and wonderful that you,at aged 4 yrs., named your pet kitty, Kitty Kumbah. What a true angel
    you had in that cat, who saw you through all those terribly difficult times growing up –
    through your parents’ divorce and the move from Oregon to So. California, and who sat patiently waiting during your temper tantrums; childhood can be a hell on Earth, as I, also remember.

    What else but a true angel could teach you meditation, stillness, poise, contentment and peace and what a very devoted pupil you were !!

    And we all join you in your prayers and calming thoughts that you would send to the people in Moore, Oklahoma. It seems to me that they all ought to find another place to rebuild their lives, for that place called Moore has been hit by other devastating tornadoes
    in the past. It might as well be left to remain nothing but a ghost town.

    Much love to you, dear Soul.

  2. jim carlinon 22 May 2013 at 11:13 am

    i needed that today-this past week
    sometimes- like today
    the only thing i know to do
    is walk away

  3. franon 22 May 2013 at 1:29 pm

    thank you….being still, finding that the most profound things happen when one is at peace and trusting…..blessings

  4. Sobhanaon 22 May 2013 at 5:27 pm

    Hi Ivan,

    The memory of Kitty Kumbah (a quiet companion and a teacher) is at times happy and joyous, while at others, not It is as if designed that way to let our reality dictate us to accept …. Then, mind you, Ivan, later on if and when we find boon, we say it was right way and meant to be that way… prthaps

    Thank you very much for sharing … memory of Kitty Kumbah….

  5. Pegon 23 May 2013 at 7:55 am

    At these times of change, most seek the lashing out at others to relieve the inner pain through avoidance. It takes a rare person to befriend themselves, to sit in your inner house until you have worked through the tornadic emotions of unhealed guilt, shame, loss, fear. Once done, however, can bring you to the place Lawrence takes us in his poem.

  6. Therese Monaghan O.P.on 23 May 2013 at 6:45 pm

    Oh how much I’ve loved that poem-Pax– and thank you for your poignant words describing your experience of comfort and teaching from Kumbah.
    Blessings and peace to you,
    Therese

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