Up and Down
Up
Releasing the branches of illusion
I fall into the Unknowing
My old friend finally naked
Recognized for the first time without ornament
The laughing fool prostrates for no reason
And for nobody
Tears of gratitude merge with an ocean of indifference
I am alone
My presence the mother of time
My silence the father of space
I am the palette before all points
Beyond language and syntax
This Truth is its own arbiter
From here there is no mountain
From here there is no there
Down
The Madonna’s gaze magnetizes my heart
And turns me inside out
She stares at me now from a thousand faces
At once foreign and familiar
Her love running down our cheeks
Catalyzing all in its path
With wonder, innocence and vulnerability
The immediacy of this divine
Overwhelming distance and division
Penetrates our cells and graces our souls
This Love is its own emancipation
From here I exult in the mountain
From here I am seamlessly there.
This is a poem by Waking Down in Mutuality teacher, Fax Gilbert.
To learn more about Fax and this powerful transformational work, click here.
- Posted on January 24, 2010 in Catalysts, Creativity, poetry and writings |
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