Dear Hearts,
…it can be simple, as simple as realizing the oneness of the embrace. Within the embrace you can let all thought go… you can quit thinking even of holy things, holy men and women, and even divine beings… ACOL C 20.21
Maybe its not so dramatic. All these wayfarers gathering and telling stories, sharing
experiences of light, Voices, kundalini, and golden-sapphire flames. They trigger our longing to know God that way; make us yearn to be swept away, or under, or within a Divine Tsunami. We too want a vibrant display of supernal splendor, but what if…
it is the longing, the hunger, the bone saturated, heart dedicated, desire for God that is paramount. Before and beyond all experience is the soul’s deep love for its Source.
Perhaps the agency of enlightenment is our heart’s calling, our persistent longing, fidelity, humility and sincerity to this true need that purifies desire to an absolute degree, gently awakening a consummate Adoration.
In the poetic fable below, sleeping beauty finds fulfillment in the quiet, ordinary slipping away of ego. Am I willing to allow waking experience to be so simple?
…it can be simple, as simple as realizing the oneness of the embrace. Within the embrace you can let all thought go… you can quit thinking even of holy things, holy men and women, and even divine beings, even the one God. ACOLC:20.21
All Love,
MaryBeth
(P.S. Please join me this Thursday, Sept. 21, 7:30 for our ACIM zoom meeting. The link is below!)
The Arrival of the Prince
How long have I waited for the kiss.
looking frogs directly in the eye,
wondering if this one was my bliss?
Now I see, the Prince arrived.
It was ages ago.
Not at all what I expected,
especially the cracked nail
on the bruised digit
of his second toe.
It’s been a long journey.
He brought a sticky note,
not an autographed memoir
from God saying,
I’m out here babes,
counting stars till you come home.
It did not, as I wanted, suggest,
do this, and do that
and all will be well.
Moses was a lucky one
with his stone slabs
full of simple directions.
My little sticky-icky message said,
Sleeping with the wolf is certain death.
Shepherd your heart with loving kindness.
A princess makes many promises
she cannot keep.
She believes selling Her soul
to a fire-breathing Father
will save her badass.
She believes in apple bites
from apple trees
that make naughty girls
weak in the knees
she previously was not aware
she had.
She believes in rescue squads
and saviors and virgin mothers
whose King babies come from
being super sweet.
… in magic and men,
especially the god-man
who dressed in royal reds,
shall come to sweep her up,
her arms around his perfect abs
straddling a white stallion.
Together they gallop
heading due vertical
to God’s castle in the sky,
a place on high, where heaven is…
has always been
waiting for this rescue mission.
The prince arrives.
I hear no wedding bells.
He rides a mule.
His eyes are brown, not blue.
He kisses my cheek.
I wake from sleep.
Ego falls from its pedestal.