The Satsangh Of The Heart.

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No one can live apart, from the satsangh of the heart. For

your generation, is born of itself from the children that love

creates. Each child the progeny of the mothering, that births

you into loves communion. Without this intercourse,

the seed sleeps in the ground, mute within the ice crystal.

Move your reason into the neighborhood of the phoenix.

Gather your homeless children, into the ovum of the

universe, and bathe in the pool of loves home in you. The

whole spiritual way is to find this abode and stay there until

you can fly with the wings that only love unfolds.

First there must be a prodigal returning. This homecoming

is a knocking upon a door, that has been your frozen

kingdom. You have put a spell on yourself. The princess

sleeps in the castle while her lover sought the sun elsewhere.

Yet this door you closed upon the heart is only the frost of a

long winter of sleep. It can be melted. The key to any

opening is to know there is no door.

There is a brittleness encasing every neglected heart, that

only a longing to be your own heart warming can soften.

Just one ember of desire can be lit with the breath of this

longing. Work to melt this chill, with a constant and

passionate fire. Soften this threshold by calling to the heart

behind it. Nothing can withstand the love song of two lovers

remembering their one love.

There is a portal in the body of the soul, that is one with a

constellation of devoted gods that would love you as

themselves. Fall into that void, as you would fall into the

arms of a pantheon of lovers. Seek out the cosmology of

love, and name each divinity your love child.

This is our household, our affectionate inhabitance. From

this shinning and indwelling, we move outward, dressed in

the cloth of love. Arrayed with the signs of loves home in us.

We have awoken the sun and it shines through the

transparency of the world.

When you live in the community of the heart, the Beloved

will claim you. She will come live within you as the sweetest

of song birds, to alight on any branch you consent to share

with her. You shall be her eye in the hearts of others,

knowing there is no other but you, as the song of Her love.

There are those who believe

they are orphans in this world.

Will you not sing to them?

Gods voice rings in your heart,

and it is your eternal call.

You have the heart of Jesus.

Touch once the hem of loves garment,

and the sores of regret shall be healed.

Seek that inward Messiah.

and share a cup of union with the Beloved,

who invites you to be Her.

Love

eric.

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