Guest guest Posted March 10, 2001 Report Share Posted March 10, 2001 lent, the season of indigo, is a very intense season for white wolfe....the image of the destitute of San Francisco is very haunting and painful...these are jewels for meditation and contemplation...^^~~~~ further up and further in, white wolfe the beloved’s beggar please stop chattering, i ask you, stop wandering please … it is time to return to the center of all true being if you are in an indigo stone cathedral of stone swimmingly redolent of incense, indigo and roses why, i ask you to blindly seek out a slimly slum it is time to stand beyond the thin edge of frail life if you are swirling in a smoky, pounding nightclub whirling with spirits pulsing in lights, noise and wine why, i ask you to darkly find a moonless cemetery unless you bring love with you to these other places you will not find the beloved shining or dancing there love lives in neither a place of holiness nor of profanity why do i ask you to sit, a naked bum, on a street corner because the beloved seeks only the lover who is empty desiring those empty as a cracked cup or bowl is empty longing for me, for you, to abandon all fruitless searching why do i ask you to stand darkly among the rotten dead to receive love we must abandon futile and vain searching searching for love that comes, when it returns, unexpectedly, is worthless if we deny not even to the urge to desire nothing if you can sit in silence at the center of a naked beggar’s heart if you can stand in stillness outside of death’s decay and terror i promise you, i who am the beloved’s beggar, i promise you the beloved comes only to ones needy, truly broken and empty the beloved fills their broken bowl or cup to ceaseless overflowing if you can stand amidst the dead stillness beyond terror and decay if you can sit within the poverty of the broken heart of a filthy beggar the beloved will fill you ‘til everything, everything in all directions everything you feel, taste, hear, see, hear, touch and know, everything is wet, drunk, gushing with the intoxication of the beloved’s divine love if you long for divine love, you must become as thirsty as a foolish beggar stop wandering please, i beg you, please stop chattering awake and know that the Beloved comes to us in stillness and in silence oh, my beloved reader, won’t you come a-begging with me….? mark christopher valentine (march 10, 2001) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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