Uradiance

Blake said, "We are put on earth a little space to learn to bear the beams of love." Even if those beams are painful, scary, and feel like dying? Yes. By dissolving into the quantum sea of energy, which is love, we meditate, heal, and allow a new world to emerge through us. 

  Let all your pronouns dissolve in Thou. You are not a gender or a tribe, a nation or a race. You are the one who was born to gaze into my face, as I was born to gaze into yours. Our religion is a broken heart, spilling light out of darkness. We meet in the smell of food, giving thanks to the smallest creatures, the bee, the seed, the raindrop, learning from a withered Autumn sunflower how to scatter a thousand Summer mornings. ________ A poem from my book, 'Strangers & Pilgrims.' Illustration from The Rubaiyat of Omar Kayaam by Renée Bul

You no longer need a path to get back to the Beginning, to the Source of creation. Now you can begin at the goal. You are the Source. All paths flower out of your heart. This is not pride, but the fruit of emptiness. 

   We are most like God when we are uncertain, and draw no conclusions about anything. What is God's conclusion? Are we ever finished? Is there  an almighty stopwatch that rings and cries out, "All right, time's up?" What is the boundary of time or space?  Yet humans must invent the notion of a "Last Judgment" because we can't endure the boundless, the perhaps, the open-ended darkness of our glory. So we crave limits and border lines. We long for the end of time. I tell you, consciousness endures no closure, no final decision. Consciousness is ever-expanding. Will we look up in the sky to see a scoreboard telling us that our team won? This is the fantasy of the immature, the mind that needs linear thinking to construct final judgments. The mind needs conclusions, but the heart just keeps quietly bursting into the Unknown, flowering into Wonder. Image: Gustav Doré, Danté Gazes into the Celestial Rose