The Boon

It was evening, and I, finishing an entry in my journal, watched as “brother sun” descended its westward ark, laying half of earth to rest, and to renew, with ever lengthening shadows for her quilt. I could almost hear the thumping of my heart amidst this growing dark and moon barren view of a winters rare warm night.

What right have I, I thought, to know such a love? For in truth I had always settled for less in my disbelief. It seemed as if the sky were on my head like a falcons hood and these darkened eyes had brought a clarity of mind. The nature smells like a lovers perfume come to me on the winds caress. And I go sit on the ground, lost in a world where even the stones seem soft and yielding, keen to embrace me and celebrate their ‘life’ with mine.

My breath is ocean tide, from Self to SHE it swept, and back again. And though She was wrapped in a mystery and a Glory I beheld a formless presence and could almost hear a blessing which got somehow lost in the breeze and the rustling of a few scattered leaves.

What trance was this, to carry such fulness as of a long awaited but welcomed kiss. What supernal chalice would carry this healing balm which moves the heart to overflowing. In this introverted stillness I can find no want or lack. Then in an instant I am swept across the universal expanse, and there is no place I am where She is not.

I asked of Her a boon. I sensed a smile as if I had much to learn. Then She spoke in intuitions voice: “look in your journal of what your just wrote.” I could not honestly remember any of it, just the laying down of my pen. I opened my tablet and began to read ...

An Inner Tantra Meditation:

Unknowing is the beginning of Wisdom. Her secret names are Mystery, Wonder, Awe. In Her Presence we find ourselves at every turn, though we pass Her without recognition. We call her Universe, Nature, Form and Energy. These are concepts by which She teases us and teaches us into her remembrance. If we persevere without losing heart, though the knowings into the questioning of the unknown we find Her - find Wisdom. The form of Wisdom is spacious space; infinite, radiant, empty and without equal. Wisdom is Womb. The seed-ovum of Womb is the Unborn, the Preexistent, the Uncaused, the Eternal. The Child of Womb is the Liberator, the Savior, the Primal Buddha, the Self. This child is Lover and Beloved of Wisdom. At the Bosom of Wisdom all heavens and all Pure Lands are dreamed. At the Bosom of Wisdom all prayers are offered and fulfilled for the benefit of all beings.

The highest intention is to know and be known - truly known beyond the conceptual veil, beyond our judgements. Wisdom is hidden by a veil. The veil is ignorance. Ignorance is false knowledge, knowledge assumed. Ignorance is the rigidity of mind as it attaches certainty to temporal experience. Ignorance takes a position fixed relative to other. Ignorance assumes an “I” and a “That” matter of factly, as If it had an independent existence, a reality all it’s own.

For this cause has love manifested as a light, a brilliance. I and other is but a spectrum of the rainbow of life and can not be separated. In loves embrace “I” disappears. In embrace I become Love. Love is then the personal pronoun. the only one that matters in the transitions from life to death and death to life as breath to breath, as a sound rings from silence and recedes again. Hold fast to the image of a supernal Mother and Father, the Goddess and God in union. They are image of the perfect knowing. They are image of Wisdom and Child. They are image of Undivided Self. They are Whole and without blemish. Let not the vison be tainted by lust, or greed, by envy or jealousy, by aversion or hostility. This image is Teacher, Guru and Guide through the world and worlds to come.

Take every opportunity to observe a lover. Let your thoughts become meditation, contemplation, worship and service of love and lover. Let your highest aspiration be of the perfect union of lovers. Let your highest concept of their joining be of a pure light which burns away all that is less than the lovers bliss. Then follow that light without selfish expectation. Bathe in it as a baptism. Drink of it as a sacrament. Radiate that light as perpetual prayer for all beings. In that prayer are all things perfected here and above. Then will your knowing be true.

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