Monday, November 16, 2020

A Blind Intelligence

Art by Marcia Baldwin
A blind intelligence.
That is how Jane Hirshfield calls out to the truest form of optimism in her short poem titled Optimism, and I wonder if anyone could have described it better. 
More and more I have come to admire resilience
Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam
returns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous
tenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,
it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true.
But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs — all this resinous, unretractable earth.
I love this poem for how true it rings. Optimism is just that. It is not about discussing the fairness or unfairness of things. It is not about staring at a blocked spot of sunlight. It is simply about turning to a new spot of sunlight and moving on. Unfairness, righteousness need to discussed, without a doubt. But, personally maybe, for our own growth despite the hardships, it is important to keep finding out another creek with the spot of sunlight. It is important to be blindly intelligent.

Nature shows us optimism against all odds. And, it is true that it is a blind intelligence, but isn't that what that keeps us all going? We need to be the tree, just as tenacious, as persistent, as green with hope, and as determined to find that new spot of light when the old one gets blocked. This one is such a beautiful poem that shows us a lot in such little words, strung together so very beautifully. 

I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did! Have a nice day!

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