it’s windy today

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it’s windy today

.

– dancing bougainvillea blossoms caressing brick wall
– sweeping rainbows from spinning crystal
– shifting shadows through lattice trellis
– flapping bamboo blind air-sailing
– frangipani fragrance kissing face

– tossing eucalypt branches against pearl
one loosed leaf spirals to the earth

does it intuit that letting-go is love?
that love is grace
and grace is
God?

I pick up the loosed leaf, knowing that
in my palm rests the only teaching
I will ever need

.

it’s windy today

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this unlit Light

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another word for ‘God-Life-I’ is Light

but again, this can be a confusing concept
because it’s so easy to think of light
as an external object

know that the Light that the scriptures
claim God to be
and that the mystics praise
is no object that can be seen
with the eye
(although knowingness of IT
definitely lights up the world
with a translucence that is noticeable)

this Light that cannot be seen
yet in which all is seen
is the unlit Light of awareness

~

once, in the grip of agonizing pain,
I shrieked to the Silent One,
“Finish me off! I can no longer bear it!”

and a light
soft as mother’s milk
entered through the crown of the head
and flowed through the migraine-manacled brain;
it couldn’t be seen
yet it was known

the agony vaporized
and these words were heard:

“. . . and this Light does know all other light as its shadow”

~

God . . . Life . . . I

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Try as I might I can no longer separate these three little words:  God and Life and I. Which is not to make the claim that “I am god” or “I am life”; but rather to point out that the fundamental sense of ‘I’ is what I used to conceive God to be – namely Life ITself.  There’s no person involved in this equation.

Taken separately, the ‘God’-notion is a mine-field (pun intended).  God is too burdened with beliefs to be a useful concept when it comes to self-inquiry.  It’s a blunt and contaminated instrument; delusional infection is likely.

The ‘Life’ concept is less of a problem, and hard to argue about.  One is, if still breathing, in full awareness of it.  The word is not the thing, but at least we are in accord about what it feels like to be alive.

‘I’ is a hot potato, for in normal parlance language dictates its usage to denote personhood: me, myself, and there are as many versions of what that means as there are beings to think them up.

Strung together, and understood from the wideawake perspective they form a concept that might be more useful.

‘God-Life-I’ has nothing to do with beliefs or persons or language or even self-inquiry, yet IT cannot know ITself without them.

IT’s the self-appointed president of the GLI (glee) club.  Chuckles.

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