Wednesday, December 21, 2011

You Are Not a Single YOU

You're a common rhyme-word now,
dependent on some other for your emotional force,
but real life will come.

As when a baby stops nursing
and grows interested in solid food.
 As when seeds break open in the ground
and act differently.

There is a hidden love-center in human beings
that you will discover and savor
and nourish yourself with.
That will be your food.

There's a way of going that's like the stars.
even freer than they are,
completely unconditioned, unlocated, unpathed. A journey without a sky!

You came from Non-existence into being.
How did that happen?

Tell me about it!
You were a little drunk when you arrived,
so you can't remember exactly?

I'll give you some secret hints.

Let your mind go, and be mindful.
Close your ears, and listen.

But maybe I shouldn't tell, if you're not ripe.

You're still in early Spring.
July hasn't happened yet in you.
This world is a tree,
and we are green, half-ripe fruit on it.
We hold tight to the limbs,

because we know
we're not ready to be taken into the palace.


When we mature and sweeten,
we'll feel ashamed at having clung so clingingly.
To hold fast is a sure sign of unripeness.
To drink and enjoy blood is fine for an embryo.

More needs to be said on this,

but the Holy Spirit will tell it to you
when I'm not here.

*You'll* tell it to *yourself*.

Not I, or some other "I,"
who are Me!

As when you fall asleep

and go from the presence of your self
to the Presence of your Self.
You hear That One and you think,
"Someone must have communicated telepathically
in my sleep."
You are not a single You, good Friend,

you are a Sky and an Ocean,
a tremendous YHUUUUUU,

a nine hundred times huge drowning place
 for all your hundreds of you's.

What are these terms *wakefulness* and *sleep*?
Don't answer.

Let God answer.
Don't speak, so the Speakers can.
Not a word,

so Sun-Light can say
what has never been in a book, or said.
Don't try to put it into words,
and the Spirit will do that through you,
in spite of you,
beside you,
among you.
Stop swimming so hard,
and climb in the boat with Noah.

Mathnawi, III, 1283-1307
Version by Coleman Barks and John Moyne
"This Longing"
Shambhala, Boston & London, 2000
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