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Feast of the Assumption

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August 15, Feast of the Assumption of Mary, the Mother of God. Here in the fullness of Lughnasadh, the summer harvest festival, the Church places her glorious celebration of the Mother’s body. No need to “ascend,” no journey to   a “higher dimension.” This is a banquet of the organic, Earth garlanded with dahlia bling in Pagan fullness, imbibing the Christall sun in dust mote, ear of wheat, and aster grail.   Christian art, like the art of Buddhist and Tantric mandalas, is a symbolic language. The lush paintings of Mary’s Assumption remind us that divine love transfigures not just the Mother’s soul, but her flesh, into the fire of God. Mary’s bodily assumption into “heaven” foreshadows what Teilhard called “the divinization of matter.” All our bodies are ascending, moment by moment, in a ceaseless revelation of the cosmic dance, as Marian energy vibrates forth from consciousness to takes form before returning to the formless. She is Mater Matter. In the Northern hemisphe...
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Evening Meditation

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Evening meditation. My center must find a center. No need to ask the Friend to enter my heart. The Friend is already here, more inward than the soul, a silence inside silence who loves me. Let my Being turn full well unto its own depth, like a mirror, gazing at the Christal seed. Here, drink from love's winecup, with Rumi, Hafez and Jesus, with Radha, Mirabai and Magdalene, beholding all their faces, sparkling facets of the bejeweled hologram I Am. This is companionship beyond Advaita, deeper than stillness, One overflowing into One .
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Pearl

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Polishing   the pearl in my chest  with this breath,  I know  that the silence of my heart  is God,  the glow is Christ,  and the river of unborn stars   flowing through my spine is the Holy Spirit.  Then what is my soul? No-thing but a shimmer of amazement as Lover and Beloved dissolve into Love. This is how three become One, and One becomes three. Choose anything, the sound of a cricket, the roar of the sun, the motionless explosion  of a rose. Art: J. Kirk Richards
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