Why talk of wisdom,
The three ends of life,
Why talk of these!
Now I live in my heart.
~ From The Ashtavakra Gita
When I read this poem last night I felt the well of "Yes!, This is IT! what more can be said? there is nothing more to say - it felt so satisfying, so complete, so right - So perfect. And so it is.
BUT I found myself struggling with the question "Why talk of these!" and it is a question I have wrangled with for years, always a battle between 'Being' and 'Doing'. I love to express the joy I feel, the love I feel, the gratitude I feel, I love to battle with the desire to convince the 'rational' mind that it's logic need not be something 'other than.' and so I enter into the search for a language to bridge spirituality & science, so I can (hope) to be a part of bringing unity and understanding to these areas of our world. This is why I "talk of these!"
This poem of mine, is my offering up to this conundrum!
"RESTING IN The GOD(dess)”
I S E E you in HER.
I F E E L you in HIM.
I K N O W you in THEM.
YOU are my MIRROR.
REFLECTING just one thing . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .My SOURCE is Love.
YOU are Love.
THIS should be 'IT',
but 'IT' never 'IS'!
Instead, I brim-over with LONGING;
LONGING to appreciate YOU.
YOU who gathers US together.
To pile on Lavish Offerings . . . . . . .
In the hope of equalling this Joy . . . . . . .
But E V E R Y T H I N G can never be DONE.
WE are all moving forward
My LIFE, a trail . . . . . . .
. . . . . Our LIVES.
THE creation ‘IS’
= YOUR Perfection.
I S M I L E
I B R E A T H E
I A LLO W
I R E M E M B E R . . . . . .
(Resting in the God(dess)
My longing for Unity.
Today we are reminded of this in D.H. Lawrences poem (belowis a part) and again I had a BUT. . . . . . . . . !
my soul is an organic part of the great human soul.
There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute except my mind,
and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself,
it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.
~ D. H. Lawrence
I want this part of me - 'my mind' to also have this sense of unity - Perhaps this is impossible by its very nature, but at least I would like to try and be able to 'convince' it that putting it'self into service of this celebration would be such a gift. One which I long for and I enter into practice and training and allowance everyday, holding out my hand, with compassion and understanding to that part of me, which chooses to stay alone, beckoning it to take that leap of faith, to have that courage to also serve freedom and know that there will be no loss, but the end of struggle, the end of competition, the end of protection (against what exactly! - itself?).
That the spearheads are laid down, the umbrellas and camps are no longer needed - that THE MIND may be in service to that fleeting glimpse of glory already achieved when life was accepted on bended knee, in innocence and longing.