In the immediacy of Mystical Experience,
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...
No utterance of words at all.
Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.
They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.
But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...
And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.
They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.
What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.
Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.
I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...
In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post
In the immediacy of Mystical Experience,
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...
No utterance of words at all.
Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.
They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.
But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...
And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.
They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.
What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.
Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.
I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...
In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...
No utterance of words at all.
Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.
They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.
But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...
And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.
They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.
What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.
Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.
I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...
In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post
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