Contemplating a mystic poet
If the words ended today, the morrow would be filled with knowledge, but the words keep coming and knowledge waits. You are broken open. The words spill out. Follow them. Listen with your heart. Do not understand with your mind. Your mind is lost in separation. Your heart knows the way. In heart lies unity and strength. Unity and strength are your virtue. They are the power of oneness in separation. Hear the words of unity and strength. They are lifted on the winds to be carried afar, yet they are never lost. They are said again and again until you hear. To hear is to open your heart to reality, to take in what cannot be said. Sit in the still silence with an open heart and receive.
There is a clamor in the darkness. What is all the shouting about? It is joy wanting your attention. Joy rises and stretches across the sky to rain on all. Who will cup their hands to catch the raining joy. It falls freely on all to cover the world. There is no mystery in joy. It reaches all who raise their cupped hands.
Joy awaits. Joy does not grow weary as it washes over me, and my hands are left uncupped. I do not know. I am lost in ignorance and fear. I am a fish in water growing thirsty. I struggle to find the ocean. I fight the river that would show me the way. I channel the water here and there to no end. I do not know. My desires are hopes in the hallows of my heart. They rattle about nonsensically. There is a moment when all is still. In the silence the rain falls, and the river flows unimpeded. In silence, I cup my hands and catch the joy.
Instead of being a story of joy, the story of the world is one of separation and suffering. We see others as apart from us and suffer in separation. We gather for support but are deaf and do not hear the love song within. Remove the wax from your ears to sense the intimacy of your lover’s voice. Sense its wisdom. Follow its way. You have no hearing of your own. The song within is joy. It does not come from others. There is no other to guide and support you. Today you desire this and that. Tomorrow you will find unity as the whole of the all. Let the morrow care for itself. Do not expect this and that. Stay within. Heed your own voice. You are the way. There is no other.