The funny thing about true knowledge is that the more one knows..... the more they understand how much they do not know. What one does-not-know becomes the glaring light of the obvious. And for the lover of knowledge, where one directs ones attention. It is only permutations of wisdom, not wisdom itself, that can claim importance. Or even claim illumination.
True wisdom is the source of the endless path of deeper understandings that continues to evolve and maturate on the individualistic level. The offshoots of it, no matter how brilliant, can never hit its core. Wisdom is quiet, personal, and reflective by its nature. I suppose it is the esoteric hermit in me that has refused to just admit there is something that needs to be said what-so-ever. What is the impulse to share knowledge with humanity, anyway? ~rather then staying steadfast to the root desire for everdeeper enlightenment. Why do it? In the depths of understanding..... who cares?! Why would anyone say anything?
Intertwined with this, there is also just humility. There is simply so much to know...when is the right time to say one knows something? 10 years, 20years, 50 years? The truly enlightened individuals on this planet would never ever feel the impulse to share socially. They just wouldn't have the impulse. The nature of understanding deepens so swiftly. At what point do you stop and stand to speak of what has been revealed. For the lover of wisdom the waves of knowledge are felt at ever subtler depths.
at five thousand feet down in the ocean it is said to be utterly silent and pitch black. but by whose authority? there are still currents felt, still distinctions that can be made....
There are certain lines that are crossed spiritually where social sharing is a completely mute issue. The enlightened forces of the planetary body are in caves, metaphorically speaking. This level of wisdom will never ever reach the masses. You either cross the line or you don’t. Once crossed, all duality and distinction evaporates and all that remains in pure pauweur. From that place not a word is uttered. And any single word is seen immediately as pure nonsense. Its a place of intoxicating bliss. A place of profound oceans of knowledge. A place resonating so thoroughly as the purity of wisdom itself. A purity of purities.
To even attempt to speak of This....floods one with a rapture of interconnected reality that makes it hard to hold onto even one thought. The oceanic body of reality that is infused throughout all of the Alive and radiating from the Alive in all directions is beyond words. It is beyond concepts, beyond time, beyond all form yet by its nature permeating everything with itself. ~With itself, ~through itself, ~of itself, ~for Oneself. The reality of consciousness flows itself through the fibers of the trees, through plants, animals, all waters, soils, breezes, is the source of all flame, is every action, thought, emotion, subtle energy..... all flows from and through the Alive.
Once this is seen and individuated consciousness spends time with Reality the bliss, caring, kindness, longing, and happiness begins to ebb and flow as poetry in the veins of ones life. These are all secondary side effects of direct contact. As is courage to speak truth to power, integrity, passion, vigor, strength, and personal truth and clarity.
The pauweur most often described as Love proves to be the force that beats the heart as the heart, itself. It is often said that God is Love. This is only true if we are settling for cheap knock-offs. In Reality.....There is no God, and Love is a word that is so terribly riddled with permutations of death that we should all seriously each dig a private grave for this idea and grow the fuck up...and quickly. It has been sucked of all vitality....and we need to each mourn whatever loss there is regarding this word....toss it back into the Mother...pour some wine from our wine glass over the grave and begin to get real with ourselves and the planet. This does not mean that the reality of what we have called love is not real. IT IS VERY REAL. God and Love are both Reality itself. But, it is the direct energy that was once alive in these words that the words tried to connect us with. In linguistics it is what the words point us to that is the goal. That is the challenge for communicators. These words don’t seem to be serving humanity any longer...so...perhaps we should no longer use the words!
There is always a point when medicine becomes poison...that point is when something is overused. Words can, like anything, become toxic. And like anything loved...we have to have the compassion to know when to put a bullet through its head when something suffers too much. Haven’t these two words suffered enough abuse? Lets all pull the trigger and move along.
So..in the face of the reality of me “beginning to open my mouth” in a bigger way....
I need to just address a very personal energy, publically. Which is the purpose of this blog post.
From this point forward I am going to try my best to talk about very simple distinctions about life, the individual mind, social psychology, and humanity as these distinctions seem to need to be addressed. I am going to try my best to use language that is fresh..that is original and that is unique to my own tongue. I favor the path that shows us that we can be rooted in ourselves while describing the branches, leaves, sap, knots, pitch, rings, and variations of oneself. I don't particularly believe in the idea that we have to ‘wall off’ parts of ourselves in order to move through life. I do not believe this creates “safety” that the action of walling off parts of ourselves usually seeks. There is no problem with that reality. But I don't see doing That is more necessary then Not Doing That. In the end it is about preference and about stages of enlightenment. All are personal and should stay that way. But it is good to call a spade a spade, isn't it?
In closing....
to the inspirational force of my entire life thus far....
I raise my glass...my body...my mind...to you. All saints, sages, and vessels of wisdom. To you who choose to remain nameless and faceless by not leaving your caves. To you who embodied thousands of years prior. To you whom are still embodied. To you whom dropped the body within my lifetime. I feel you, profoundly, as I have every single day since my birth.
The Vedic scholars almost pinned you down didn't they....the Zen and Sufi poets, the lovers in the street, the seekers of hidden knowledge, they all yearn for you the same. But, everyone gets lost in the drunkenness of your beauty. And then there is the obvious nonsense of using even one word at an attempt to try to describe you. The dance of good and evil...the dance of light and dark...the dance of all opposites...veils you....but you are there residing unveiled as neither. You are indeed reflected everywhere, but you are in fact a distinct separate force. I understand I am your body, but this longing to look into your face remains.
I suppose it could be said that anyone who truly values wisdom, truth, and reality would simply keep their mouth shut and fall ever deeper into you. But, I am going to assume there is more to know and perhaps there is a misunderstanding remaining in me of all the ways in which to kiss you. I am embodying fully to play the distinction game that is human life. To open my mouth and share these crumbs that seem so insignificant in the face of what rests as potentiality itself. Somehow you Will It. For me, the first thing to say is that it is... bittersweet. I have only dragged my feet, kicking and screaming, out of the passion to see you everclearer. To be in the quiet with you, to steep myself in all that IS. Can anyone be blamed? That understanding brings nothing but thunderous laughter to me at this point in my life.
Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. So Be It.
