Poems for reflection; 143 – 152
Mystic did I rise
Where darkness glows
In mystic light, I join the fight
I am the poor; the lion’s roar
I am the prophet bold
I am the spark, Creation’s art
The union long foretold
It is through the process of mysticism that the Self rises into human experience.
The Centre of the Self; the Being of Imagination
Of the Self
The centre of the wheel
I am the hub, the spinning nub
I’m what the Angel feels
On holly trees
I am imagined forth
In visions bold & wisdom’s gold
The star that’s pointing north
The Being of Imagination is the centre of the Self. Imaginative (or envisioning) power is the central element of the Self.
‘The star that’s pointing north:’ the pole star points upward, towards the Highest. The Self points north; upwards towards the Highest.
Te Wananga o te Ra; (The University of the Sun)
The Logos burns in flames so deep
It is the master plan
As Intellect, with fiery leap
Fulfils the virgin man
Yet wits not all, which enters in
The waiting masculine
For thoughts alone, are empty bones
Without the feminine
& so they bond, within the heart
Where she and he entwine
In wisdom green, that’s always been
The spirit bearing mind
The saying was given in Maori. The translation is from: Te Aka; Maori Dictionary; John C Moorfield.
‘The Sun’ is a symbol of the Self (or Logos).
The word ‘Logos’ is Greek. In the bible it is translated ‘Word.’
In the ancient world ‘the Logos’ was also known as ‘the Nous’ or ‘the Intellect.’
In tradition ‘the virgin man’ (or woman) is a person who is One, Whole, or Undivided.
The sayings are runes; honoured fractions
I am the runes
On sunken spoons
Full of gold
I am the runes
The inner moons
Just let me in
I’m thick & thin
I live deep
In the soul
I am the runes
True nature’s tunes
I’m way beyond
You’re often seen
You serve the planet well
But listen deep, where secrets weep
A story I will tell
There’s something more, beneath the floor
It’s rare & birthed in gold
A deeper green, in depths unseen
True nature will unfold
It’s all your choice, to find the voice
That’s yours alone to know
The power unique, the grace to speak
& break the undertow
The saying was given at the time I was exploring ‘the greens;’ people who are orientated towards conservation & sustainability.
From the Self’s perspective being part of any ‘collective’ can become a form of ‘suicide’ if it ‘kills’ individual thought & action.
‘& break the undertow’ (the pull towards ‘collective’ language & behaviour)
I feel you roar
The Lion & the Lamb
The Self communicates through ‘poetic intelligence;’ which can be experienced in dreams, sayings & visions.
‘Poetic intelligence’ unites the opposites (‘the lion & the lamb’) in a unitive dance of beauty & wisdom.
You dream not your own dream but your Self’s
Above the burst-open ground
Deaths gently rocking cradle
To become the wilderness… that has always been dreaming…
The Self’s dream is much deeper & more challenging than the dream of the ego.
The poem is built around the image of a plant pushing skyward.
‘Deaths gently rocking cradle’ is ‘the seed’ (of the ego) dying; in order to give birth to the greater life of the Self: (the Wilderness).
Jiva Muckti, can never be read that quickly
It’s in the box, you’re stooped & stopped
& struggle to get out
You push & shove, with hand & glove
Your body twists about
Just slow you down & lose that frown!
The book you read takes time!
It’s reading you, it’s quite a brew
Inventive & sublime
You run too fast, you’ll end up last!
Pace-setting is the key!
Just trust the page, the patient sage
You’re sitting on its knee
As I received this saying I saw a vision. There was a big man in a small box. The man was struggling to get out.
I had no idea what ‘Jivamukti’ meant. When I looked the phrase up on the Internet I discovered ‘Jivamukti’ is an adaption of the Sanskrit; ‘jivanmuktih,’ where ‘jiva’ is the individual living soul and ‘mukti’ – (like moksa) – is liberation from the cycle of death and rebirth. See ‘Jivamukti;’ Wikipedia
I understood the saying to be telling me to be patient. The path to liberation takes time: ‘It can never be read this quickly.’
A major generator is not having too much rubbish
You’re tied up on the Internet
The news is bad, the scenes are sad
You cannot write
There’s rubbish in your hemispheres
It spreads from left to right
There’s rubbish in your body blue
& in your sleep at night
So wait upon the drifting swan
The generator true
The Angel voice within your soul
Will bring you back to you
‘The drifting swan:’ the swan is a symbol of the soul. ‘The Angel voice:’ the voice of the Self.
When we fall from grace to the book of faith
The book of faith lays open wide
Beneath the sphere of grace
The chosen few
Who trust its interface
But higher up’s the given cup
She’s always there, beyond compare
With songs of liberty
Those who know ‘the Angel,’ do not need to live by ‘the book of faith’
because they are living in the ‘grace’ of experience.
The saying indicates it is possible to ‘fall’ from the ‘grace’ (of experience) into reliance on ‘the book of faith.’