Guest guest Posted June 1, 2001 Report Share Posted June 1, 2001 - White Wolfe Harsha (Dr. Harsh K. Luthar) ; NondualitySalon ; thomasmerton ; PerceptionsOfLife Thursday, May 31, 2001 5:22 PM meditation on the ascension dear brothers and sisters.... many of the 'tradtions' that seem to divide the east from the west actually reunite them from my perspective....the recent Catholic Holiday celebrating the Ascension of Jesus as the Christ is one of those.....Jesus the Christ is the symbol of non-duality....he is the God-Man uniting the sacred and profane....rational and intuitive....masculine and feminine....concerte and abstract.....he lifts up the material world into the divine realms.....he does not renounce it or abandon it....he is the master who shows the way that is the true way.....the way of love arising into its full potential.....Jesus call us to disciplehood, to be noble warriors....to take up our cross of suffering and follow him to enlightenment despite what the institutions surrounding his teachings seem to imply to the contrary....the notion of the Chirst is a theologcial juggernaut created by the early christians who starting with St. Paul failed to truly understand his teachings.....he is not a mediator but ax example.....this meditation comes to you late because i was prevented from posting it by an encounter with snowwhite and her sever dwarfs.....it was inspired with by a chat between me my my beloved mira on this subject.....^^~~~~ further up and further in, white wolfe the ascension “A poet is someone who can pour light into a spoon…” -Hafiz i am the beloved’s poet why everytime my heart lifting my mind everytime lifting my pen liquidity gushes forth golden fluidity refining the impure lead staining the dry parchment i hear the beloved laughing everywhere everything arousing my mind everything my heart arousing arising sitting still in darkness in silence hearing om the logos, sat the one word tat, love, tat the one word sat, the logos om one in three, the trinity, the three in one mystery permeating mystery the vast desert forty nights of forty years, vast, forty years of forty days vast until the logos one pure drop falling trickling down in the white sand to the sacred heart the dark ground beneath the drifting white sands holy water descending to kiss the immortal darkness awakening the drifting white sands of the desert above forty days of forty years, vast, forty nights of forty years water arising from the desert first as a magic spring bubbling into a sacred pool next as an oasis whirling itself into heady headwaters of divinity divine whitewaters rushing and streaming into a confluence of rivers many rivers flowing and drifting into one of many sacred rivers the many sacred rivers staining their dark banks yet more darkly quenching the parched white sands of their arising flooding the deserts with freshwater waves lapping waves lapping into tides on land-locked dead seas the waves coalescing into tides arising into one flood the flood into the last wave of endless love arising into love arising into the beloved into arising love into the ascension of the beloved into white clouds into nothing a poem seeking the lost word why everytime my sacred heart lifting my mystic mind everytime lifting harmony mysteriously in everything in mysterious harmony staining the desert of parchment molten lead refining into golden fluidity beneath my pen oh dear reader, so loving my beloved i become mirabai, the dark one’s’s poet in you sttill, still you ask why i am that, the ascension of one secret word, in you i am the beloved mark christopher valentine (may 29, 2001) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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