In this astonishing game of hide and seek, each body hides a soul.
Each soul hides You.
Across the street in the schoolyard a small brown boy in red shorts and a red T-shirt runs a small circle,
then runs and runs, spiraling out a little each time.
The force of his exuberance widening his circuit.
Yesterday the PE teacher had some kids, maybe third grade, lined up along the chain-link fence.
Shaming them, yelling, The kindergarteners do better than that. Whatever that was.
They stood, approximating stillness, bouncing off the fence, twisting, jostling,
perhaps longing to dash about in ever widening circles to
find You, wherever You are, hiding in plain sight.
The cat asleep in the middle of the bed, leaving her dander I noted.
Deeply, for hours. I nudged her,
you have to share.
As she stirred
spark entered her body
she stretched and looked at me.
Oh, that’s what those are. The light within answers always, in due time.
Nothing is as it seems.
Each body hides a soul.
I am forced to rely on the light within.
Otherwise everything goes wrong.
Such freedom. To be completely myself.
the first was fire, melting the container, love bliss so close, so one, snaking through me only hers, burning me away so sweetly. steal my heart I prayed. it is already and almost hers. tears roll down cheeks. who is crying?
the second shone softer than the moon so surprising after the fire, over the ocean glassy smooth, dark, the sky as well only caressing, she came, showed her face, calm repose stillness love bliss beauty, so close, so one. oh there are no words for it.
the third played, hide and seek among bright clear colors, flashing white and then vanishing. expecting harshness, again. a lovely cloud of white then turquoise. all thoughts are she. in the dark cave, nothing to fear.
is it possible the searing sweetness is the nature of the goddess? The fourth sent me away to come back later. The subtlety is overwhelming. She tinted my breath with a scent like jasmine. surrender to love.
This is a reminder that I don’t know anything.
The Shakti has inspired me to make these posts, but that is no claim to specialness, because anything that occurs in consciousness is according to Shiva’s will and is done by the Shakti.
Okay, that was not quite right. Haven’t figured out how to edit what’s already posted. So to continue.
I’m reacting to what I see around me, which is genuine seekers getting stuck in the bliss that arises from kirtan. Seeking bliss as another of the many kinds of drugs. Devotion is centered on the Beloved, not the bliss.
Kirtan done with discrimination dissolves the mind into love.
Pursuit of bliss and love does not lead to the goal. It’s a byproduct of the Truth, and only relentless pursuit of Truth through discrimination will end ignorance and lead to true bliss.
The Divine Mother dangles the carrot. More glitter of Maya. Most remarkably, Mother frees us from Maya while we are in the midst of it.
What is the benefit of kirtan? It purifies the mind as we contemplate the Absolute as form. When the mind is turned toward God it is purified.
There is no effort and no one does anything. And yet those who pursue Truth muster the courage and determination to watch until there is nothing to watch.
The show, two way mirror, of which play of consciousness is one piece, was due to the amazing efforts and ladder-scaling abilities of Martha Whittington, art professor extraordinaire. Thanks also to SCAD, and of course Harvey.
Photo below is the installation at Atlanta Underground. Moving it out of the closet and into a bigger space made it come alive.
It was intended to be interactive. My friend Lucy said it reminded her of our days doing research on how youth interacted with the glass bridge in the London Science Museum. That was another mysterious object that invited investigation. A bridge made of thick glass slats that made noises.
The bamboo poles look to me like they are stepping out, beginning a migration across the room.
People did eventually interact with the objects.