The Wind-Tree.

[Guest guest]

Spirit talking is like this. The wind plays through the tree

canopy, and the leaves begin to talk the language of the

wind. The wind-tree listens to the one voice and does not

question the speaker.

It is possible to talk and listen at the same time. As long as

you do not concern yourself as to who is talking, and who is

listening. Otherwise the dialogue becomes a conversation,

and distance intervenes. Real communion is a happening in

the same space.

Heart awareness is Gods wedding of the soul. Each moment

can be a discourse of the deaf, or a honeymoon of

togetherness. It is impossible to divorce yourself from a

living marriage. Only the discursive mind can contemplate

trial separations. The art of listening is to express the sound

of this love with one tongue. The mouth and the ear are

joined by the same channel of spirit. Both are its opening.

Let me say this another way. The heart is a tree with its

roots in a well of presence. Its body is the torso of

transmission. Its branches, myriad estuaries that join to a

river of universal invocation. This is the aural fluency of

universal love. This transmission, is one with the wind-tree

of the soul. Like the river and the river bed, both making

the river.

This flow of holy communion never began, and nor can it

end. For the tree of its life passes through the world, like the

wind through the grass. The grass dances because the wind

has made its home within it also, and so this dance is a

coupling of branches of the same tree.

There is nothing to learn about this. A wind-tree does not

need to learn a language that it understands already. Yet

there is a secret to returning to the root. It is a turning of

the mind into a clear sky that can convey a meaning from

the message to the reception, without the distorting idea of

difference. This way, there is only light in the tree and no

echoing shadow. No tree and no wind, just wind-tree.

There must be a heart listening. Without this listening there

can be no possibility of hearing. The silence clears the mind

when thoughts become carriers of silence. The silence is the

speaking and the listening. When this communion is felt,

you can listen to any sound in the world. Any voice will

vibrate the ear of the air, and speak its meaning in you

instantly. You are in-tune with the tune of a universal

transferal, that is your happening in God. You will be that

transpiring expression, and you shall be the living

One.............

How long will you stand between the waves and the shore,

listening to the cry of seabirds in the wind,

when the wind thirsts, for you to drink it down?

Nothing grows old

in the light of this attending,

nothing grows stale in this tone poem.

We are reborn in this present

and tangible reality.

An intercourse of awakenings.

Love

eric

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