The enigma within the riddle

Out of the chaos and muck order forms:
Out of randomness and misfortune fertility.

At the edge of society I clear a path,
but don't know where it could lead.
Following it, I come into my self, yet
my destination is anybody's guess.
I am drawn to it as to the distant
drumming by a waterfall.

Is this drumming
from a clearing in the land of the living
where families celebrate life's flow
and new partners find each other?
“I don't know what the ancients knew:
I only know what others know.”

Or is waterfall one of exquisite beauty
awaiting my solitary admiration –
a place apart for communion with spirits.
“I have no common knowledge:
yet am in tune with the ancients.”

Bringing together such temples in the jungle
and the wild celebration of being alive –
is the trick to be performed –
integrating the impulse to immortality
with the anarchic fullness of life.

If I express my heart I get no response.
I do not know whether people draw silent benefit,
or regard me as an idiot, not worth commenting?
It's safer to assume the second.

And so I make these public keys
to unlock whatever is hidden.
This dawn writing captures the life
which poetry distils, whose jewel is music
and whose children are my pupils.

In the midst of life ...

It is in the times when I am most under pressure that I feel the sovereign grace of Sai Baba.
At the moment I am caught in a vexatious circle with my bank trying to remortgage in order to rebuild my studio. I do not know the outcome, but I do completely trust my spirit helpers, that they will produce the right result whatever that is. It's a rerun of what happened 14 years ago. Which of us hasn't learn the lesson in the interim?


What do we value?

Looking at the billions spent on CERN researching the theology of quantum physics, reminds me of the jibe that there are 600 churches in New York City yet still noone knows the way to find their inner truth (/God).

The real question is 'what are we looking for?' If we think the missing element in our lives –the hunger to find meaning which we project onto some external entity– is to be found outside us then we will be looking for some 'god', or some external validation, to our inner anxiety.

If we were to remove the God-projection from our mental vocabulary, & start to think about contacting our inner 'live line' then we would start to ground ourselves in a reality that takes account of our true nature as the first dot on the paper from which all lines & designs must be drawn.


Life line

The word god is like a deep jam jar. After humans have extracted the contents to suit their taste/s, it has been given to the dogs. They have licked almost all the remaining nourishment out of it, except for a tantalising patina at the bottom where their tongues can't reach.

How then to communicate this sense of an inner liveness, of an intunity to the wellsprings of existence which animals know, but humans have to (re-)discover? Looking at my dog, observing life-forms growing around and considering the unceasing flow of springs, makes me think that the best description of the liveness which humans can know throu union with the intuitive otherness that is integral to consciousness is to describe it as a live line or life line. It is the spiritual equivalent of erectile tissue which is aroused by certain configurations of stimuli.

I have been seeking an expressive but neutral word to make the 'idea' of god comprehensible & live line or life line seems to work well.