Imagine
that this world
has reflected in its waters
our misguided notions
of the divine
for so long
that we have forgot what that state even was.
Imagine that beyond our dogmas and institutions
lies a deeper truth
that is as wide as the open sky
and existing free from our own notions
quietly
patiently
for us to reach that place
where we realize
we must disrobe before its utter inescapable truth
and Presence
to merge with it
in a union so complete
as to reveal the pulsing desire
of this godself has for his goddess self.
We have cut ourselves off from our own truth through such dogmas.
These experiences could dissolve our knackered notions
and return us to a place of awakening to our grace
the soul which is made up of love,
a self made real
to itself...
Divided out by duality
we seem separate...
deeper still
are those waters of spirit
whose currents defy division.
We are each droplets
moving in and out of the wave
which are in truth heaven and earth.
We move forward as if sleeping
mouthing old distorted notions
as we sleep in illusion
and dream of waking.
Slowly
we are waking up.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Clearing
I have no use for your dry canals
your pretence of truth
your illusions
and suffering.
Your edifice was made to be taken down
your stone temples
tumbling in rivers
stones rolling and dreaming of home
as your edifices utterly denied it.
We have denied important aspects
to the loss of our larger selves
we have spoken the truth
but in small ways
limited in vocabulary
small scale understandings
small truths.
Missing what we have been yearning for....
mirroring what was unresolved
but that waiting is coming to an end.
Now it is time fill those canals with rain
to let fall the waters of spirit
down upon the earth
and open up those store houses within the womb of earth
as she reveals just how deep her truth can go
"to the very ends of me" she says
and we smile as we are covered in water.
With one sure perhaps not so sure movement we let the veil fall
and as one veil falls within
it falls in others
as we speak the meaning
born of feeling
and realize
its been waiting for us here
waiting for us to awaken
to the truth of our selves
as we weave infinite with finite
and explode paradox
mending it into something altogether new
but always yearned for
secretly sometimes
loudly in others...
your pretence of truth
your illusions
and suffering.
Your edifice was made to be taken down
your stone temples
tumbling in rivers
stones rolling and dreaming of home
as your edifices utterly denied it.
We have denied important aspects
to the loss of our larger selves
we have spoken the truth
but in small ways
limited in vocabulary
small scale understandings
small truths.
Missing what we have been yearning for....
mirroring what was unresolved
but that waiting is coming to an end.
Now it is time fill those canals with rain
to let fall the waters of spirit
down upon the earth
and open up those store houses within the womb of earth
as she reveals just how deep her truth can go
"to the very ends of me" she says
and we smile as we are covered in water.
With one sure perhaps not so sure movement we let the veil fall
and as one veil falls within
it falls in others
as we speak the meaning
born of feeling
and realize
its been waiting for us here
waiting for us to awaken
to the truth of our selves
as we weave infinite with finite
and explode paradox
mending it into something altogether new
but always yearned for
secretly sometimes
loudly in others...
Ancient Bloom
When He comes near
I know what it must be like
for Her
He carries with him
a swirling world
dizzying---
of pleasure,
bliss,
and a quiet inner power
which is itself intoxicating
gentling
assuring
and always seeking intently
but quiet like the gardener missed
amidst the vine and shrub
the overgrowth of our awareness.
When I make the way clear for Him
I feel what it might be like
as She prepares for the bridegroom.
In anticipating Him
there is a surrender
not unlike a woman to her man
and perhaps this cuts just as deeply
peeling up new soil as it goes
revealing fertile ground.
I make way for him in me
the same way she does
as his mere presence fills me with bliss
and yearning
seeking
knowing
and love....
....except the paradox is that he has always been there
waiting to be realized
his presence
felt
like a not-so-strange stranger
in the garden
standing next to me
waiting for the room just to Be
and spreads out vine-like
new life from a still more ancient vine.
He is speaking
and explains
I must let go of the old undergrowth
to make room for something deeper still
as the ancient blooms
in freshly ploughed soil
shaken
moved
invigorated
enlightened
made new.
He carefully directs
where things must change
as gnosis grows
or emerges
in me
and divine bliss spills out all around me
The old garden
makes way for new life
a new garden
lush and alive
as it pushes away the ghost of the past
he whispers
it was always a ghost
now we reveal what is real.
"Its always been this way"
he explains,
"with every person who has ever been
the path by which they reach this place
has been the same
even though they have all looked different.
It has sought to make lovers of them
divine heretics in your past
scorned by those who do not know
but will each in their time each awaken
and feel
as everything they thought they cherished slips away
and the Truth becomes manifest
in their heart
as a new heart beats
a new kind of blood runs
thick in their veins
which is tinged with honey."
Her divine wantoness
she spreads herself out before him like a blanket
joyful and ready
and wraps him up
as he experiences what it must be like
to be in her world
and her world is awakened by this visitor
who is just the other side of her
as she turns in delicate circles to try and reach him
as she rolls him up within her
as he opens her
and her fluid feeling coalesces into form around him
worlds they make come
as he is turned fluid in her gaze and he melts once more into her
He explains all of this matter of factly
with a quiet understated passion in him
something that feels like a sun blazes in him
hidden
felt
becoming him
entirely a mystery
but makes of him the greatest lover
for his utter obedience to his beloved
which he turns round in golden circles
just to find her in their endless dance.
Stepping through the garden
he explains
"we are not seperate--
you and I have always been One
but your hurt has divided you
and thus you from me
because what you feel
is not real
but illusion
and in that illusion
you have forgotten
and sought to know a lie
which could never serve you.
This, then, is the awakening
to your divine self
your larger self
brought quietly
but powerfully
into the moment
so that heavenly self
and earthly self
can dwell as one
and so that you may find your beloved
the one whom I know
and have always known
and can show you how to love
deeper than anyone
for she is that aspect of you
which is entirely mysterious
and beautiful.
It need not be explained more than that."
He steps through the vines
and makes a cracking noise
as thunder peels all around him
and rain falls quietly
"there is nothing more
for a man like me
than She.
We turn brilliant
around each other
and offer
a promise
of tomorrow and yesterday
to what we each become."
I know what it must be like
for Her
He carries with him
a swirling world
dizzying---
of pleasure,
bliss,
and a quiet inner power
which is itself intoxicating
gentling
assuring
and always seeking intently
but quiet like the gardener missed
amidst the vine and shrub
the overgrowth of our awareness.
When I make the way clear for Him
I feel what it might be like
as She prepares for the bridegroom.
In anticipating Him
there is a surrender
not unlike a woman to her man
and perhaps this cuts just as deeply
peeling up new soil as it goes
revealing fertile ground.
I make way for him in me
the same way she does
as his mere presence fills me with bliss
and yearning
seeking
knowing
and love....
....except the paradox is that he has always been there
waiting to be realized
his presence
felt
like a not-so-strange stranger
in the garden
standing next to me
waiting for the room just to Be
and spreads out vine-like
new life from a still more ancient vine.
He is speaking
and explains
I must let go of the old undergrowth
to make room for something deeper still
as the ancient blooms
in freshly ploughed soil
shaken
moved
invigorated
enlightened
made new.
He carefully directs
where things must change
as gnosis grows
or emerges
in me
and divine bliss spills out all around me
The old garden
makes way for new life
a new garden
lush and alive
as it pushes away the ghost of the past
he whispers
it was always a ghost
now we reveal what is real.
"Its always been this way"
he explains,
"with every person who has ever been
the path by which they reach this place
has been the same
even though they have all looked different.
It has sought to make lovers of them
divine heretics in your past
scorned by those who do not know
but will each in their time each awaken
and feel
as everything they thought they cherished slips away
and the Truth becomes manifest
in their heart
as a new heart beats
a new kind of blood runs
thick in their veins
which is tinged with honey."
Her divine wantoness
she spreads herself out before him like a blanket
joyful and ready
and wraps him up
as he experiences what it must be like
to be in her world
and her world is awakened by this visitor
who is just the other side of her
as she turns in delicate circles to try and reach him
as she rolls him up within her
as he opens her
and her fluid feeling coalesces into form around him
worlds they make come
as he is turned fluid in her gaze and he melts once more into her
He explains all of this matter of factly
with a quiet understated passion in him
something that feels like a sun blazes in him
hidden
felt
becoming him
entirely a mystery
but makes of him the greatest lover
for his utter obedience to his beloved
which he turns round in golden circles
just to find her in their endless dance.
Stepping through the garden
he explains
"we are not seperate--
you and I have always been One
but your hurt has divided you
and thus you from me
because what you feel
is not real
but illusion
and in that illusion
you have forgotten
and sought to know a lie
which could never serve you.
This, then, is the awakening
to your divine self
your larger self
brought quietly
but powerfully
into the moment
so that heavenly self
and earthly self
can dwell as one
and so that you may find your beloved
the one whom I know
and have always known
and can show you how to love
deeper than anyone
for she is that aspect of you
which is entirely mysterious
and beautiful.
It need not be explained more than that."
He steps through the vines
and makes a cracking noise
as thunder peels all around him
and rain falls quietly
"there is nothing more
for a man like me
than She.
We turn brilliant
around each other
and offer
a promise
of tomorrow and yesterday
to what we each become."
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