Oh marvellous error!

So much this year has been about learning to let go of what no longer serves, not with harshness or any sense of lack or deprivation, but as a gardener, with love and patience and the long view, turning it all to compost, turning it back into the mix in ways that are generative and nurture new growth.  This one is for all of you who are feeling into the broken places. And especially to all my Waking Down friends.

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk? 

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures. 

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes. 

Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.  

Antonio Machado
Times Alone 

 

May 31, 2011 Eclipsed

Before the fireball Genesis 1:2

King James Version: And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was uopn the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

Midrashic translation by Neil Douglas-Klotz

The storyteller continues:

Now particles--the Power of Limits--

didn't really exist yet n our reality

and were still only "things" in principle.

They were like the germ of a solution

within the shell of a surrounding problem,

the inkling of an answer

to the question of "What next?"

a kernel of purpose embedded in

a dream of the Universe's heart.

This "earthiness" of all the elements was still

unformed and waiting.

Meanwhile...

on the surface of the Primordial (yet unawakened) Womb,

that billowing edge of the abyss of existence

where phenomena, time and space had yet to appear,

a struggle raged:

A spark of cosmic desire wanted to

return to the Source immediately,

leaving behind the realm of constriction and contraction.

This self-involved fire forgot its purpose.

It set off the first violence of a being

that wants to be somewhere its not.

Its barren wanting strangled its own voice until

The breath of Universe Being touched

the face of Beloved Possibility.

Pure expansive power stirred the primordial soup.

The Being of Beings

inspired, animated and reminded Flow,

that same edge of possible phenomena,

of the expansive growth awaiting it.

One could say that Cosmic Breath

moved with pregnant possibility

into the deep and massive nether of Chaotic Dark--

awakening Womb for what?

An intimacy yet unknown.