What is Needed
This piece of deep reflection comes from David Stringer who has been attending to his mother's terminal illness in Lubbock, Texas.
No longer do I search for the meaning
of life. No longer do I explain myself.
No longer to explain another. Why seek
to explain something in terms of something
else? Context has become tiring; explanations
shallow. History provides pictures, but not
the light of heaven. What something means,
its significance or importance lives peripherally
to what matters. So, at best, they are rational
lies, at worst our lost self.
What I want is some one to tempt me
into being, into an authentic City of God.
Less dogma, less doctrine – even less beliefs.
These are born from a lessening of soul. Lost
is recognition of our impoverished thirst. Look!
The human City is an eclipsed City, an eclipsed
Kingdom. Please, won’t someone live with me
into the threshold between the human and divine?
Anything less shortens the breath of Truth. Someone
press me to look into the homeless eye; press me
to feel the hunger that is soul-less, the suffering
that is unafraid of death and can stare into the eye
of whatever the gods have the courage to see.
No longer to live on the periphery, for that is nowhere.
The Center is everywhere, awaiting an awakened eye.
We need not hurry anywhere. The All is within reach;
only open to the wisdom of Being. All holy thought
is nearer than the calmest of seas, nearer than the Big
Brown Pelican carried on the thermals, than the dolphin
gamboling between the trough and crest of the next wave.
4 September 2009
Lubbock, TX
No longer do I search for the meaning
of life. No longer do I explain myself.
No longer to explain another. Why seek
to explain something in terms of something
else? Context has become tiring; explanations
shallow. History provides pictures, but not
the light of heaven. What something means,
its significance or importance lives peripherally
to what matters. So, at best, they are rational
lies, at worst our lost self.
What I want is some one to tempt me
into being, into an authentic City of God.
Less dogma, less doctrine – even less beliefs.
These are born from a lessening of soul. Lost
is recognition of our impoverished thirst. Look!
The human City is an eclipsed City, an eclipsed
Kingdom. Please, won’t someone live with me
into the threshold between the human and divine?
Anything less shortens the breath of Truth. Someone
press me to look into the homeless eye; press me
to feel the hunger that is soul-less, the suffering
that is unafraid of death and can stare into the eye
of whatever the gods have the courage to see.
No longer to live on the periphery, for that is nowhere.
The Center is everywhere, awaiting an awakened eye.
We need not hurry anywhere. The All is within reach;
only open to the wisdom of Being. All holy thought
is nearer than the calmest of seas, nearer than the Big
Brown Pelican carried on the thermals, than the dolphin
gamboling between the trough and crest of the next wave.
4 September 2009
Lubbock, TX
1 Comments:
Beautifully put, as usual.
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