Awaken

 

Perhaps you didn't notice when you awoke this morning, how you took your first breath from the next dimension, shifting for a moment to a world where atoms vibrate by a softer Law. Perhaps tomorrow morning, you won’t come back. You’ll stay there. And it won’t matter anymore if you are on the Left or Right, Christian or Muslim, Nondualist or Fool for Christ.

You won't need to wear a veil in that moon-drenched air, where the only authority is Presence, and the tribe you once belonged to leaves no scent. Where only the glow of your essential oils anoints the meadow, and no one else exudes such tincture, swelling the plum, stiffening the fur.

No longer enticed by abstractions, you’ll live by touch and tear, musk and radiance. It won’t matter anymore which master you follow, as long as She is the one who descends through your next breath, blossoming in the splendor of your chest, resting in your hollow core of silence. All that matters will be emptying your golden cup, and opening the dark furrow that runs down your body. 

Why wait? Awaken now. Begin your work of thirst. Taste the glistening night and hear in every cell of human flesh the song that flows from deep within your chthonic ancestral well: “Chitananda Rupam, Shivoham Shivoham! I am the very form of the bliss of awakening!” Don't ask what work you must do, just listen for this music in the heart of every stranger.

Image: Persephone by Danté Rossetti