Uradiance

      Rest ever so gently now guided by a scent of myrrh from the tower of voluptuous silence inside you. I speak of the Magdalene, that stairway of spiraling night in the frailest bones of your spine. No, do not ascend, but go down into the sacred underworld of your body. Penetrate the dark energy of absence and find a mysterious sepulcher in every pebble, every stone hollow as your own throat, a cup of Christ's blood in the first Spring flower. Taste the bread of the highest world in a plum bud. Her Spirit flows not from above but out of the sod into your naked feet, consuming your marrow in a green flame that undulated in your hollows before there was light. Now gaze through your vertebrae into a trillion stars. Or are they reflections in a deep well? Stillness knows no distance, no above or below. Let this breath be a kiss like the kiss of your father on your mother’s belly before...

To taste the union of Lover and Beloved in every perception, to see the world as Beauty. Far from being an esoteric distraction, this is the solution to our problems. Whatever the political problem, it is never solved on the level where the problem arose, but at a completely new level of experience. Where there is beauty and delight, there can be no cruelty or exploitation. Every subject-object relationship dissolves into a subject-subject relationship. Then we "love our neighbor as our Self," as Christ said. Or in the words of Dostoevsky, "The world will be saved by Beauty." Yes, there is nothing more practical than Beauty.