night words

These words came this night: "If you wish to be a Christ-ian, you must achieve the point of view of Christ. Your soul is your point of view."

science and awareness

I am amused that science is proud of its hard-headedness in relying upon data, then engages a mooshy-headedness in explaining that data.

Take a step back from science and you will see that it is so: there is data and there is story.

And furthermore, he said, rolling back his sleeves, only certain kinds and types of data are admitted. Bias is already built into the system.

When certain kinds of data are not admitted, the story is stunted, the bed we lie in short-sheeted.

But ha! some of you may say, rushing to extol the virtues of science and all its benefits. Never mind that. I know, I know. I simply point to its shortcomings.

thy grace

I struggle to rise
from the mud I am,

making a cup for
receiving thy grace.

The cup becomes a chalice,
thy wine inpouring.

Chalice, wine merge
cup and spirit as one.

We laugh
arms around shoulders
and walk together drunk.

the first and second birth

The first birth is into the world of matter, where one is a 25 to 28 foot worm coiled in an encasing whose main concerns are incorporation and defecation while “making a living” and recreating with other worm-coiled encasings. The second birth is the opening of the eye of the soul and an increasing “aptitude for theophanic vision” (Henry Corbin’s phrase). The first is the surface or prosaic world. The second is the world of mythopoetry, where the Invisible reveals Itself to the soul’s vision.

the banana school of zen

I belong to the B.A.N.A.N.A. school of Zen: Bare Ass Naked Awareness Now Awarenessing.

in-dense-ification

We are light indensifying. This in-dense-ification is our wounding and our challenge.

legs on the angel

When I first awaken, I am in the diaphanous, transparent, or celestial mode. I have not yet formed into and as this physicality. In this mode of light and open consciousness, I comprehend more deeply and more fully the nature and origin of this universe and life. It is a gnosis, a knowing. The soul that I am smiles in loving appreciation.

It is at this time that I can read the writings of the true philosophers, the mystics of intellect and comprehensive awareness, with their meanings reverberating through my soul. I listen with a deep ear. I hear. I see. I join in.

As the earth night moves toward dawn, I am born more fully into my body, this body, the one typing. I settle into, center in. I smile with its familiarity, its weight, its aches, its promise as a sturdy embodying for active practice of the gnosis, the knowing. Legs on the angel, so to speak.

As the body gets more tired toward mid-afternoon, the celestial mode tends to fade yet not disappear. Physical fatigue and cosmic consciousness seem to have an inverse correlation. It is at this time I practice patience with myself. I smile as I remember that it is hard embodying as a human. I breathe and ask for help and move on.