One Word
It’s a bit late for Valentines but Valentines Day got me thinking about “love”.
The roses and chocolates and the fluffy bears with red hearts for Valentines Day are a bit thin for something that seems to be so significant for human life. For something that is in every layer of ourselves and our human society universally: Love.
The Ancient Greeks had three words for love: Eros, Phillia and Agape. Sanskrit has ninety-six, ancient Persian had 80. In English we label lots of experiences with one word: “love”.
There’s love and marriage, there’s the love of parents for children & children for parents, there’s the soap opera “love”, there’s the compassionate love of people who help those less fortunate, there’s the talk of love for and from a God. Then there’s the lusty love. And the reverse of it all: a lack of love, being brought up without love, not having anyone to love or anyone to love you,
Read MoreThe Great Mystery
Here is the great mystery:There Is No Door
I could tell you that my Master
is the one who opened the door,
but that would be a lie.
There never was a door,
I was never on the other side.
We were always in this together, he and I.
If you call the realization of this Oneness,
the opening of a door,
then I guess we have the beginning of a very long poem here,
but since I’m in a really good mood today,
I’ll save you the trouble of hacking your way
through a love drunk’s excess of metaphors.
There is no door! Never was, never will be.
The knocking you hear
is only the sound of your own heart beating.
The One for whom it beats has always been with you,
so what’s all this monkey business about a door?
In Defense of a King
Warrior man, do not despair,
you are not involved in a game of solitaire
It is the strength of your heart which pulls tight your bow,
it takes the fires of love to defeat your foe
Available to you, is the power behind every breath,
an ultimate tool, which determines even life and death
You will not be defeated, if you understand these words,
It is the ocean, not the drop, whose power conquers …
Once long ago, before the stories of the great round table, there were kings. To wear the crown of king was a thing of consequence, and there were only a few true kings. A true king is a master, in touch with the mysteries of life and sworn to obey only the highest laws of light. This is what makes a man a king.
Read MoreBetween the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.