Friday, July 29, 2005

Eversong - 2

In March of 2001 I discovered the Retreat Center in Sacramento, CA and stayed a couple of days. On the first morning I wrote this,

"The realm of God is vast, too vast.

We seek meaning and purpose, order and rhythm, cause and effect.
What arrogance we have to attempt to limit Heash to what we can or cannot see, or touch or feel. What if the entire purpose of our existence here is only to be washed in the sea of our birth again and again until our souls are smooth and flawless? What if the grinding sand and crashing waves of our struggles produce a music we are not meant to hear?

'Listen for the song, feel,' - will soft whisper the approaching dawn."
………………………………………………………………………………………….
Ah yes, but we do!

And it blends with the music of the Earth and song of the Moon.
The melody is not 'in' us -- it is 'of' us;
Light, Angels, Mankind, lost souls, the Word.
Our symbolized thoughts -- speech -- songs -- actions do not just 'ripple' forth; they join the symphony of creation and stoke the bell of eternity.

As we oft remember random tunes of mundane musical effort, our dreams perhaps are remembered or glimpsed parts of the 'eversong'. And if out spirit dances in the Light, pulled by the strings of pure love; then our soul may be the essence that hears the song --


the Word made vibrantly real --
the anvil bridge linking humanity and Light in Covenant.
On this is our spiritual perception forged.
On this is our character and presence beaten into shape.

Oh the ringing, reverberating sound of the hammer of renewed creation clanking on the soul of our being.

Tink! Tinkidy -- wham!
Such a clamor!
Then, as the impurities are drawn out,
or alloyed with compassion and tears,
the bell skin purifies -- rarifies.
Oh, the chime of the pure spirit's rest.

Don't dance -- fly -- drift -- cascade;
all to the tinkling of a single crystal chime
and an orchestra of 'everbe'
and fine applause of laughing stars.


faucon

5 Comments:

At 11:38 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

"Our symbolized thoughts -- speech -- songs -- actions do not just 'ripple' forth; they join the symphony of creation and stoke the bell of eternity." - you know, I think this is pretty close to it. Maybe instead of nothing matters, everything does???

 
At 1:50 PM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

and even as you understand this (Em would say), somewhere a star is quivering in birth

 
At 7:35 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

This I know to be true - and sometimes we are compelled to listen to what we never dared dream was true.

 
At 6:44 PM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

"This I know to be true" -- a phrase right out of one of my developing books. -- You've been peeking again.

 
At 11:36 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Promise I haven't - in a book by Brian Swimme he talks about the universe being green - rebirthing all the time. Can recommend it if you want to jump into it. Good news.

 

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