To Brother's Land

If I love only the ones closest to me,
Let me gather everyone into my heart.

Let God speed my way to meet that man
Who lives so far from me,

And hold my tongue until I know
His stalwart ancestry.

Haste has made us many,
And War has made us less, --

The bravest have gone quickest
To their deaths.

But we who come to strength
In this New Age

Must fashion into courage
All our rage,

To bear the sojourn every heart must make
To brother's land.

Polytheists, Paths, Peaks, and Pilgrims

We are the inheritors, most recently, of the monotheistic tradition. But in the deeper roots of our past, and in the vast majority of our habits, we reveal ourselves to be polytheists. We do not commit ourselves to a narrow lifestyle or worldview. On the contrary, we seek diversity and variety in our interests and activities. We are not ascetics, intent upon a single, shining goal. We are distracted by a thousand points of light, scattered through open space. We've seen beyond our own sun.

We want to explore and imagine other worlds. We want to see through the eyes of every head. In our dreams, we do not fix our hearts on a single object or experience, but on countless shapes and shades. We want to know everything. We want to see what can be seen, and affirm whatever can be affirmed. We want to be taught and tested by every god. We love the mountains for the mountains, and the sea for the sea, without thinking to ourselves that it is All One God we love.

Can we fix our hearts on a single object, person, or ideal? Perhaps. But can we fix them on the Whole? How do we fix them? Where do we drive the nails? Who wants to hang on the cross?

We are more eager to meet our guides, than to bless our God. We want to linger in the valleys and villages, and speak deep with the people we meet. We want to follow the same path, hand-in-hand, with a stranger or a friend. But every while there's a split. And on the sharpest peaks, two can never walk abreast.

Have you heard of the man who climbed until he reached the summit? He balanced there for but an instant, before the plummet. I'm told it's the only way down. I guess nobody has the patience to descend.

Poor pilgrim... All day long, the sun is your companion, but every night, she takes her leave. The shadows grow colder, and shadows are your only cover. Some men have answers, like children have teddybears, to cling to in the dark. Cuddly mock-ups of the real thing. But you've just got an empty cup. You cling to it like the last grain of rice, drying like a drop.

Poor Pilgrim

without a bed,
or something for your head

how do you sleep at night?

"with the light on,
with the light on"

and when you go out,
even the shadows are bright

how do you find your way home?

"with the light on,
with the light on"

and if you've got no place
to call your own

how do you know you're there?

"with the light on,
with the light on"

Romantic And Divine Love

If we were living truly spiritual lives, says the ancient wisdom, we would find sufficient happiness in God, and in being good. "God" is that from which all things originate, and to which all things must be oriented. "Being good" means doing everything selflessly, for love. Naturally, it is extremely difficult to imagine the fate of human love and human relationship in the face of such transcendence. Nevertheless, before we can transcend, we must begin to imagine what it means, for ourselves, and for our relationships, to be good.

To let love, and lovers, come and go; to make no claim on their body, or their heart, or their time; to love them just as much, when they love somebody else more than you; -- with the notable exception of polyamorous, open relationships, all of these examples of loving bear a greater resemblence to Divine Love than to what we are accustomed to think of as romantic love.

One wonders if it is even possible to love one person more than another, without being (and becoming increasingly) estranged from Divine Love. If we are in spirit, -- and to the extent that we are atuning ourselves to spirit, -- how can we love anyone more than anyone else? Or does love become, -- is love then translated into, -- something else?

We might envision it as some manner of egoless attraction, which does not place the object of attraction above other objects (or people, or souls), but, which recognizes it/him/her as a partner, with whom the Divine has temporarily allied us in the flesh (in order to accomplish some impersonal task) while we are eternally allied to all souls in the Spirit. Such temporary alliances come and go, according to the Will of God on Earth, but we are always united in Spirit.

"On earth as it is in heaven" means: regarding the temporal with respect to the eternal. That is, putting everything in its proper place, with respect to God. Seen from this perspective, the moment we experience an attraction or interest in anyone or anything, our first honesty should be to God. Our first communication should be with God. And if there is to be betrayal, the first betrayal will always be a betrayal of God.

It may be honestly said that most marriages begin after a betrayal has already been made, and even as a consequence of that betrayal, -- of God. Who accounts to God, for the love they bear their spouse? Who asks God's permission to love a mortal? Rather, aren't we all terrified to speak to God of the feelings we bear others? And, if we are not, perhaps we ought to be! Perhaps we should confess our love to God, and say, "Lord, Lord, forgive me! I have fallen in love with a mortal creature, -- and now I am truly mortal!"

How shall we account for our marriages, which we glibly say are "made under heaven"? The only heavenly marriage I know of is that which takes place between the individual soul and God, the creator of souls. Have you been wed to the Divine? Have you been penetrated with Divine Love? Or are you a virgin still, in the ways of the Spirit? Do you preserve yourself from the One who preserves, and give yourself willingly to mortal creatures? And call yourself "faithful"?

These are questions which need to be asked,
contemplated, and, presumably, answered.


"On Earth, as it is in Heaven..."

The Master's Journey

A certain monk, who would have been known for his piety, had he been known to men, was followed in his walks one day by a small and excitable dog, more than eager to partake of his bread.

Whenever the monk would put a piece of the bread to his mouth, the little thing would bark and beg, and turn restlessly in circles, as if simultaneously celebrating the appearance of the bread and desiring a taste for herself.

"This dog," thought the monk, as he tore a particularly soft and delicate morsel, -- this time, from the heart of the golden loaf, -- and handed it to his appreciative company, "has no master. But, if I share my humble feast with her, she will take me for her master, and follow me."

So it is with us. We are without spiritual protection and nourishment in this world. But we have been fed from the hands of The Master, and followed him as faithfully as any dog. And, just as faithfully, Christ feeds and rewards our faith, and keeps us. All this, the monk thought, and knew, in his heart.

"So shall I keep and feed this little dog," he brightened, "and allow her to call me Master. So shall I be faithful to the example of my Lord."

New Aphorisms

A delicious hunger inspires the seeker.
The golden belly is always fed,
and never full.

There are thoughts that disappear into the heart,
where only a lover may follow them.


We are haunted by the ghosts of idle hours passed,
and guided by the spirits of hours well spent.


Women have flowers. Men have women.


How fragile is the crystal cup? How frail, the age'd vine?
With just a word, the dream is cut -- and all who dream it die.


The Virgin wears blue because the sky is blue.
Her shawl is white because clouds are white.
She is holy, too, because they are.


To be thankful for your blessings
is the highest blessing you receive.


Even if the whole universe refuted it,
Christ alone would be proof of God's Love.


I have always been a huge fan of Christianity.
One day it occured to me, "Maybe I'm a Christian."


Truth is always just beyond the thing you are looking at.


Do unto animals as you would have God do unto you.


Animals are children who never grow up.


There are more inventors than there are
people who allow themselves to invent.


Many people have children as a substitute
for releasing their inner child.


If they can control the drugs you take,
they can control the thoughts you think.


Some won't drink, but want a drunk.


For men of action, simplicity is character;
for men of thought, it is suicide.


My passion is tame.
It's my reason that's wild.


Courage is ripeness of will.


The watering of your favorite virtue
brings the flowering of all the virtues.


There is one philosophy: Philosophize!


What we call the universal is another particular.


There is nothing deeper than an apple. Scratch that.
There is nothing deeper than an apple -- given away.

Atheism, Agnosticism, Theism, and Mysticism

Atheism, agnosticism, and theism all refer to
attitudes taken with respect to certain IDEAS about God;
specific FORMS we tend to associate with God.
Whether or not they pretend to,
they do not ultimately touch on
the problem of God's existence,
but only on the demonstrability,
or indemonstrability, of specific claims,
and the practicality, or impracticality,
of asserting those claims.

All three must presume to know what is meant by the term "God",
and all three must presume that this term corresponds to the reality
of what God is (whether or not that reality is fact or fiction),
before they can form a single judgement about "His" existence,
about the demonstrability or indemonstrability of "His" existence,
and about the practicality or impracticality of asserting
claims proven to be indemonstrable (at least, to some).

But mystics, at their most developed,
do not assert specific claims about God.

(If they make statements,
they make just as many disclaimers
to the effect that what is said must
be taken with a grain of salt;
as tentative, provisional, and incomplete.
To the extent that one's vision is impure,
the true interpretation of holy sayings
will be "lost in translation".)

As they see it, the so-called outsiders
(the Atheists and the Agnostics) provide
a valuable service to the Church.

Their "Divine Heresy" is, in many ways,
more spiritual, and more "pleasing to God",
than the faith of the ignorant masses,
who merely call themselves believers
and think they've seen God's true face.

Nonetheless, Atheists, Agnostics and Theists
are all One in the eyes of the enlightened.

The Atheist says: There is no God.

The Agnostic says: I don't know if there is.

The Theist says: There is a God.

While the mystic says:
How can I say yes or no? --
How can I even say I don't know?
Am I even in a position to know
who or what God is or is not?
If I do not know what is meant by "God",
how can I say that I believe or dont believe?
If I don't know what's meant by "belief in God",
how do I know whether or not I believe in God?
Perhaps I know what he is or is not. Perhaps I don't.
Perhaps I believe, and perhaps I do not.
Perhaps I have seen God, perhaps I have not.
Would I even know it, if I had?

It's more about asking questions
than taking positions, -- or poses.

The mystics tell us that,
the closer one gets to God,
or to the realization of God,
the less able, and the less inclined,
one is to try to categorize "Him",
or to try to put "Him" into words.

At the same time, one is compelled
to think and speak of nothing else.

Granted, this is confusing, but,
then, the purpose of this experience
is to render contemplation more subtle;
so that the dualistic mind may begin to approach
realizations which transcend its own duality.

If we define God as the totality of all that is, then the questions "Does God exist?" and "Do you believe in God?" become nonsensical. What else is there, but God? From this perspective, the concept of God is not something which can be done away with, but only continually revised, until it transcends the intelligence altogether, and passes into ineffable wisdom.

Religious legends and archetypes, authentically understood, provide a spiritual (i.e. symbolic) language which opens up communication between the conscious and unconscious mind(s) and allows the soul to speak clearly. The more deeply you penetrate true religious imagery, the more dynamic, subtle, and multi-dimensional your religious landscape becomes. Everything is alive, which means that everything is open to interpretation, and reinterpretation. The purest and most truthful experience of God is already partially corrupted when it becomes a vision.

The paradox of revelation, and religion itself, is that what is revealed has the simultaneous potential to bring us closer to, and further away from, the experience of mystical union. For some, it is beneficial to envision God as a person, for others it works better if God is understood, or felt, only as a Presence. For still others, God is the awakened consciousness, to which all things appear charged with imminence, presence, urgency, repose, dignity, significance, life, and light. For many people, any notion of God, or "Spirit", poses a real hinderance to the experience of psychic integration. It seems that every conception of God, though it may resemble other conceptions in its broadest strokes, is ultimately unique; -- and that the same may be said of every refusal to conceive of God. It is tailored to suit only the individual to whom it occurs, and, even then, it will begin to pinch.

Is it possible for a virgin to have a child? Of course! If her virginity is SYMBOLIC, then it is not only possible, but a palpable reality, the very instant you "immaculately" conceive it. Whether or not you believe in it's deeper (possibly even cosmic and eternal) relevance, you can't help but make strong associations to this symbol; consciously and unconsciously intepreting its apparent significance in your life, and in the history of the collective.

Likewise, for a man to be equally God and The Son of God is easy enough to believe, if He is a sacred ARCHETYPE of the collective unconscious, mysteriously related to psychological forces -- and parts of our deepest selves -- which extend well beyond our ken.

Many things are possible when you understand the difference between spiritual and worldly things. But you have to dream, and believe in the sacredness of the imagination, and of the very noblest inventions of the human soul. Though you cannot bring your imagination to life (not yet), you can bring life to your imagination, -- and that is the finer thing. There is a Christ in the heart of every dreamer, and only dreamers can see Him.

"Who has ears to hear, let them hear."

On Divine Providence

((Imagine...))


There is no Time.

Time has already happened.

You have already happened.

God, in His Majesty,
has already drawn you into His chorus
and incorporated your voice in His song.

At the end of the Universe,
at the end of Time,
God has revealed Himself
in His entirety,
fulfilling all appetitions,
surpassing all expectations,
answering the smallest
and most unconscious questions
and confusions of your soul.

God has known you
and you have known yourself
as Christ;
Incarnated;
Crucified;
Ascended;
Reborn.

The Song of God
is the song of His becoming
and also of His triumph;
it has been sung,
and we sing it still
somewhere, here, in the echoes.

The Great Heirophany
beyond Time and Space
draws us ever nearer,
and we are powerless
to contend
with Destiny.

The very actions of the Ego
are the throes of its demise.

For the Ego,
to exist is to perish.

And the realization of Heaven
is that the Ego,
before it is born,
has already died.

Its "life" is as absurd, and as futile,
as an attempt to dry-out, and soak-up,
the Ocean with a drop of water.

Nothing resists,
and nothing can resist,
what God has already accomplished;
the marriage of Heaven and Earth.

Nothing proceeds
which is not a part
of the bridal procession.

Look around you now,
and see how all things
magically spell
the restoration of Heaven.

With or without
our awareness or consent,
everything Heavenward tends,
and that tendency is an assurance
to the whole of Creation,
and through the whole of Creation,
that the wedding has been a success.

We spin inexhorably Godward,
eternally approaching the altar,
and in privileged moments even
seem to dance at the reception.

What has been done?

What, indeed,
has not been done?

Consider
that the greater portion of goodness
belongs to what is not done;
that they do the most good in this world
who abstain from doing the most mischief.

Conversely, the good that is done,
is done, for the most part, in order to
correct the mischief that is done --
that is, the mischief that is
not not done!

This is a truth which testifies persuasively
to the only-slightly-less-evident truth,
that God has already accomplished His work,
and that the Hand of God is present
and unerring, in all that is done.

Only behold:
the Kingdom is upon you.

The plant, the book, the armchair,
have no pretensions to be godlike,
because they humble themselves
to the God that is.

They do nothing
but reflect the is-ness
with which God has imbued them.

But we endeavor to be useful...

We regard ourselves
as imperfect and incomplete
only because we imagine
there must be a use for us;
a use which we are not already
being put to by God.

Much mischief is the result
of our attempts to be godlike,
and much good is the result
of our just being God.

Only when we've recognized the value of inaction
can we be trusted to act according to the will of God,
and to leave undone what God has no will to do.

We are closer to the Kingdom than we know.

More ground has been gained than we know.

So much has been set aright.

What is lacking,
more than anything else,
are only the eyes to see
what God has already done...

the heart to love
what His love has already touched...

and the arms to embrace
the good childen He has made.

Yet all of these, --
eyes, heart, and arms, --
are ours to give.

Our work is cut-out for us;
meaning, the bulk of our work
has already been done for us.

What God has done --
all that God has done --
has been done so that
God may do what He does.

He has prepared the field,
and planted every seed --
every seed worth planting --
so that we may be free
to tend and to reap.

See
what God has done,
and you will know
what is left for you to do;
that is, what is left for God to do;
since He has accomplished everything
but what He means to accomplish through you.

And when you have done your part,
you will know that it was your part;
the part destined for you to play;
the part played for you, by God.

Seeing that all things are subject to Destiny,
and can only lead to One Thing, that One
must be the Source of all things; hence,
all things have already been done.

Ours is but to do
what God has done
through us, --
and to know
what God has known
through us.

To go
whither we are tending.

Patiently, patiently...

regarding,
along the way,
the signposts
(they are everywhere!)
of His immanence.