Your Body Is A Sacred Text
The Word of scripture whispers from a wilderness of silence through the winding neurons of my brain. Chemical lightning of radiant calligraphy, subliminal thunder of mantra, the nearest echoes of which are Arabic, Sanskrit, Hebrew, Mayan names, swirl alive engraved with black fire on white fire in the clouds of my cerebrum: eternal names hidden in the syllables I utter every day, "hum!" "wow!" "heh!" "oh!" "Ummmm!" so refracted through the muted diapason of my protoplasm that rise to conscious thought and audible sound as my words. I do not recognize the ancient language in my vernacular.
George Fox, first Quaker, proclaimed "continuing revelation." To truly understand scripture, he said, you must be "in the same Spirit the prophets were in when they wrote it." But Churchmen discouraged us with their doctrine of "the closed canon," declaring that revelation ceased at the Nicaean Council in 325 C.E., shutting up God's mouth in a gold-leaf pig-skin book, Genesis through Revelation.
Yet the Spirit that speaks Torah, Psalms, Song of Solomon and John murmurs the Vedas, Qu'ran, Gazals of Rumi, Basho's Haiku, sonnets of Keats and prayers of Baha'u'lla too. That Spirit sings my prayers and yours.
There is a river of yearning flowing from my heart to God. It meets the river flowing from God's heart to mine. The mingling of these rivers is speech, human and divine, churning the sea in a single neuron of my cerebellum, neuro-peptides raining fire into white-capped receptors, the primal Genesis re-enacted in every cell of nervous system, where Word becomes flesh and there is Light.
Let scripture not pour forth from every human mouth as thrush trilling in still evening mist, as leaf clattering cottonwood in windy afternoons, as pebble tossing snow melt music in a mountain brook. O Christ, poet of creation, illuminate the margins of my brain with vibrant strings of sub-nuclear calligraphy spelling from silence your words that laugh and sing!
Could Jesus have made it any clearer? In Revelations 22:13, he says, "I am Alpha and Omega."
Alpha and Omega are the sounds, "Ah" and "Ou", the sounds in the mantra "Aum." Chanting Aum, the "m" represents the bindu, the eternal silence at the source of language and creation.* The "m" is not pronounced.
The verse in Revelations 22 is a remnant of the instructions that Jesus gives to Christian Gnostics in the Nag Hammadi scrolls, especially the Pistes Sophia, where he initiates his disciples into the mantra. This scroll presents the mantra as a long series of vowels, "Aaaaaaooooouuuuu," to express the inner sound of the Hebrew Tetragrammaton: the sacred four-letter name of God. This name, YHWH, is usually mispronounced "Yahweh" or "Jehovah," but it is actually the Hebrew form of Aum.
The Talmud indicates that this mantra is not pronounced aloud but inwardly, in silence. The Tetragrammaton was most likely cognized in breathing, for the vowels in YHWH resemble the sounds of inbreath and outbreath, "Yaaah" and "Huuuh." This meditation practice links the sounds of "Yaohuh" (synonymous with the Sanskrit "Aohum") to the breath.
The Bible makes it very clear that breath and Spirit are organically related. In Hebrew, the word for Spirit is precisely the same as the word for Breath, "Ruach." This is also true in New Testament Greek, where the word "Pneuma" means both Spirit and Breath.
The Jewish Talmud preserves priestly oral traditions from ancient times. The Talmud states that the High Priest initiated his Levitical disciples into this "secret pronunciation of the divine name once every seven years" (Kiddushan 71a). Initiation enlivened the inner sound of YHWH, the essential vibration of their own consciousness. Here "secret" means "inside, in silence." Jesus used this concept of "secret" sound when he gave his own disciples the Lord's Prayer.
"Hallowed be thy name," the keynote of the Lord's Prayer, describes meditation on the mantra: the divine name. Jesus tells us not to pray aloud, "on the street corner as the hypocrites do." But rather, "go into your secret chamber and pray in secret." To hallow the divine name, we enter the space of the heart and hear it inwardly.
Whether I write the divine name as "Aum" or "YHWH," these are just external letters. They only approximate the resonance of living silence at the center of my soul. Here, silence is the supreme creative power, generating the Word "in the beginning." Genesis does not take place in time, but in the timeless depth of my own consciousness. The Word of God is a single infinite sound-wave, beyond physical hearing. Out of its silent singularity this wave vibrates the cosmic symphony: waves of waves of waves from one eternal hum. This vibrant silence is nothing more or less than the space of my own awareness. I Am.
In the Fourth Gospel, Jesus declares: "I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through Me." Could he have made it any clearer?
"I Am" the divine spark at the center of the soul. "I Am," at the center of my soul, the supreme Truth and source of Life. There is only one Way to experience God: by awakening and enlivening "I Am" at the center of my soul. No one can come to God except through this "I Am".
That is why Jesus said, "the kingdom of heaven is not over there, or up there, for the kingdom of heaven is within you." God is not external to consciousness. "I" may be a wayward ego: but my "Am" is God.
Following the mantra deep into the chamber of my heart, I hear the thundering silence I Am. I discover my true nature: Christ within. Only when I awaken Christ in me can I hope to see Christ in the face of another.
How could Jesus have made this any clearer? There is absolutely no difference between the Vedic science of meditation and the teaching of Christ.
* The Vedas declare, "In the beginning, God first manifested as sound." The Mandukya Upanishad states that, "The sound of Aum is the eternal Godhead, manifesting the whole universe. Everything that was, is and ever shall be, is created through the sound of Aum." The prologue to the Fourth Gospel echoes these Vedic teachings: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God... Through him all things were created."
The entire cosmos, with all its subnuclear particles, emerges as vibration from the silence of the vacuum. Similarly, the whole alphabet, with all its permutations of sound, emerges from the syllables "Ah" and "Ou," which are the first and last letters in Greek. Jesus says, "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last." But he is not just speaking about letters.
In every language, these sounds contain the complete range of vowels. Consonants are just stops placed at various intervals between these two bookends of human speech. To make "Ah," lips open wide with resonance in the back of the throat. To make "Oum," lips close with resonance in the front of the mouth. In the ancient science of mantra, these sounds are not only letters, but containers for the laws of creation in their subtlest form: sound.
When Jesus utters this teaching about the Alpha and Omega, he is not giving us theology, but practice.
(for those who graduate this May, and those who don't)
Got a C+ in English, in French almost a C!
They say my diagnosis is Hyper ADD.
In Math I got D-, and all the rest were D's.
My learning style is different, like Socrates'.
Like Moses. Like Beep Beep the Road Runner.
I love the desert and the mountain top.
I got a B+ in Snowboard and a straight A in Hope.
I don't smoke dope. I'm not a geek.
My learning style is just unique.
It's like.... like....
Hey nonny nonny and a hey nonny nee,
Balloon Man whistling far and whee.
Verily verily I say unto thee,
B'ishm'illahi Rock Roll a Marine.
In the name of Yahoo the All-Merciful
and Compassionate Beep Beep.
The square of the hippopotamus
is the sum of the squares of Yin and Yang
plastered over the golden dome on the inside
of my skull where I lie on my back and stare
at mosaic Hebraic adreno-cortical Braille
squirting leukocytes at my pituitary
scrawling graffiti equations of dopamine
to generate all functions all faces of every
possible God who stares back out of hridayam
eye of the yes know heart that sees me seeing him
hey nonny nonny Hale Bop Beep Beep
Shema Yishrael Adonai its all
one and there's no punctuation!
C+.... Rewrite.... Beep Beep....
I have seen the best minds of my generation
destroyed by SAT's, the sacred imagination
starving hysterical naked abused by PHD's
in corporate mind control's Department
of Multiple Choice, tectonic plates of my brain
quaked to flaming fissures on April 15,
when letters from Stanford and Brown did not
arrive at Mother's house or Father's house I've seen
the soul deranged by the logic of the perfect
totalitarian paragraph the bloodshot sophomore
ghosts of November riding Ritalin home
estranged in fear to face the all-night AP
alcoholic Faulkner novel ticking with clocks
of sound and fury signifying nothing.
I have seen the ghosts of Puritan fathers hovering
over Neoplatonic rows of plastic desk tops
with whips of religion whispering names
of New England colleges I have seen
America's bankers brokers lawyers Ken dolls
secretly yearning to lie on yoga mats with milk
and cookies sucking their thumbs in kindergarten.
I have seen the constant triage of Jesus binding
up the wounds of that frenzied first day Berashith
when heaven and earth were bungled in glory
by Jehovah whose ever-evolving alternate
learning style empowered by his name the sacred
four-letter Tetragrammaton ADHD
unfolded thousand petaled skies in each neutrino
opening our random tumbling pollinated hearts
for free, for free, Oh radiant fertile
breathing Yes of Chaos!
Is anything unfallen? Tears of Tara, mother of all Buddhas; tears of Kwan Yin, mother of mercy; tears of Eve for the exiled children who banished themselves from themselves; tears of Demeter for daughters lost in underworlds of the broken heart.
The path saturates the ground wherever we step. When we are truly here, deep blue flowers spring from each fallen tear. When we lie down on the green earth, we are saved because there is no further to fall. We can surrender.
Surrender to sacred gravity. Gravity is the grace of the Mother.
Some say, "Just be." I say, "It's a process."
Sink, embrace, burst, dissolve. Begin again. Empowered by falling, begin again and again - tiny, brilliant, infinitely vulnerable and green.