I searched for a Spark

That would rekindle the Fire of Sacred Presence in my heart,

But now

Life has brought me white coals from a Divine Forge,

And the Chalice of my Heart has become molten

With a fire of Celestial Origin

 

Should I turn the corner,

and suddenly see You

There, with the Light of the Divine

Upon a familiar Face,

Waiting for me with a knowing look,

I should surely disappear into the Breath of God

and vanish…

 

By what means of Splendiferous Grace does this Light descend?

What trials must yet be endured,

What mission Accomplished,

That the Hand of the Divine

Will reach down, and,

With a Holy Finger,

Swirl the waters of my Soul’s Essence back to

Complete Remembrance,

Sending ripples of Blessings across the Seas of my Time?

 

Surely, I must have forgotten the deed I have done

Somewhere, sometime,

That this Transcendent Play

Was called down from the Cup of the Beloved

 

Perhaps, once

I simply smiled at a Beggar

With loving acceptance in my Heart,

Not knowing that he had long ago

Transcended Earthly Bounds,

Never noticing the feathers scattered around his Cup,

 

And with that Act,

Called in to myself this Experience

In this strange world,

Where God dissolves me into Nothingness

 

Where legend tells of a Holy Promise

To reform me into the Divine Light

Of my original Face,

Should I find the Path,

The Grail of my Longing

 

In moments of this Earthly Life

I have breathed the airs of Seventh Heaven,

I have experienced Union with the One …

Light upon Light,

And yet

I have also descended into Darkest Hades

 

Awaiting my Resurrection,

I endure this passage

Knowing this harsh, benevolent Grace,

This crucifixion of Innocence

Must be part of my Journey…

I walk the Path, willingly,

For, indeed, there is no Other…

 

In the Sunlight of Divine Wisdom,

Redemption seems Certain,

But in the midst of Life’s pain and Anguish

The sun sets,

Its twilight becomes Dim,

And a pitiless moon fades the colors of my Path,

 

And yet, I must see it as Grace,

Even as I burn in this Hearth,

And search for Atonement

In the crucible of this Passage of Emptiness 

 

But, this is the Way of the Love,

Unfettered by chains of self-delusion

By earthly practicalities,

Nor any little lies

Told by the ‘rational’ mind to numb the Heart,

To put it to sleep

 

While the self-made-self

Peers into the mirror of illusion

And admires its false adornments,

Medals won in surreal dreamtime battles,

Temporal glories of the mind,

Seized upon as reflections of its Truth…

 

Now I think I understand

The last words of Jesus,

Oh, Yeshua,

My heart is pierced as was Yours,

I feel my water and blood pour Forth

In this timeless experience of Dying

 

 

Like Solomon, I must at times wonder

If all is in Vain;

As I am oft surrounded by the Forsaken,

And this place, this Purgatory

Seems a timeless Perdition,

For time, as it is reckoned by Man,

Has no meaning Here…

 

And I must call it All Grace…

 

Living in the burial grounds of this Dream,

Are we destined to awaken into Reality

Once we have dug down through the Dust

Of the flesh and bones of our Ancestors,

To natures’ real Earth,

Yet not knowing when,

Nor how it will feel

When we finally touch It?

 

But we are all called to Trust

This Mystery,

This enigma we call our Existence

To believe that all is Well,

That the Light of the Beloved

Will silently touch our Hearts

With it’s simple, Resolute Truth,

Soon Enough…

 

So, pray with me,

My friend on the Corner,

In the streets, out in the Market,

In the Pews of Life,

Your heart knows things your mind Never Will,

 

Pray with me, Silently

With your Soul,

As you go about the errands in your busy Life,

 

Let us pray that this Light of the Beloved

Which my heart has so briefly but deeply Known

For a few moments in this Life,

 

Will silently touch your Own,

As your deceiving mind slowly Dissolves

Into the Numinous Light of Divine Grace

 

For when we transcend the Fable,

Beyond the verisimilitudes of Society,

Beyond earthly distortion, beyond the Illusion,

I feel Angels Hovering

At every turn…

Their feathers brush my cheek …

 

Your sweet Countenance

Is indelibly etched upon my Heart,

For, you see, I have witnessed Your Pure Light

The beauty of Your Secret

Unencumbered by the burden of earth’s Gravity,

Suspended in the Sunlight, free from Shadows,

And the perjuries that obscure the Truth from Men,

For your Countenance and Mine,

Are, in truth, One

This pure Identity,

This essence of your Untainted Soul

Is known only by Me,

As I am known only by You…

And there is no ‘me’…

And there is no ‘you’…

There is only the Oneness…

 

The Face of the One,

The Immeasurable Subsistence…

Ocean of many Drops

From which we all Emerged,

And into which we must all once again Plunge …

 

Reflected in all the Mirrors,

Behind all the Veils,

 

It is

Always,

The same Face

The One … The Beloved.

 

And when we sit with This Hallowed Reverie,

And the Holy Light of Silent Remembrance returns,

And we find That which we have so diligently Searched About,

And we bask in that Majestic Light upon Light,

The Light of the Face of the Beloved

 

Then, at that moment,

We will pray for all the world to Pray with Us,

That they would Breathe

This subtle atmosphere that permeates All Things,

And pray that they will See

This Light upon Light

That holds this world in an All-encompassing Embrace,

 

And, if those prayers are ever to be Answered,

Then, upon that day, all the people will lay down their Arms,

And break all their Mirrors,

And they will Say,

“This Day,

I have found that for which I have been Searching.”