Friday, 1 February 2019

The Night Howl



A poem of the mystic thought



The Night Howl

There was a dog howling last night
her mournful whine slithered on the wind.
dancing though the silent trees
weaving into my minds  darkened sight.

Alone she cried for mate or friend
with ancient voices of bark and roo.
She touched my heart and spoke of ends
yet something of the call was true.

We civilized humans snarl and bark
demanding justice with wordy snarks
But rarely let out the pain
in howling cry at the worldly strain.

It is not the loneliness that births despair
but despair unhowled
that stifles life's dancing flair.
            I have returned from my sabbatical time and with gratitude have engaged in the life of the congregation.  The Great Spirit allowed me to enter my return time in fullness so one month after my return I have presided at two memorials and have planned two for September.  In the midst of this a friend passed away in a hospice and baby born into my extended family is in the midst of an ongoing medical crisis.  Clearly my month has been full of potential grief and sorrow, both mine and that of those I serve.
This has led to reflect on the mystical response to loss and grief.  What is grief for the mystic?  I didn't think I would have much to say however once I started the thoughts flowed. It is encouraging when I can return to the Everyday Mystic way of thinking that wisdom is available.
The everyday mystic has a few responses to the sorrow of the another person:
     1. Acceptance of the reality of the others loss.
     2. Separation of ones own story and feeling from the situation.
     3. Willingness to "hear" and "perceive" the fullness of the pain but not owning it as related to ones story.
              To expand on this I wish to suggest that which is not a helpful or mystic response.  There are those who are attracted to another person grief.  They wish to share in the pain with someone in order to affirm their own response.  Perhaps a story of loss  triggers their own past loss.  I have seen a woman newly widow having to console someone attending her husband's memorial.  The supportive friend becomes the focus of the encounter.  The friend cannot separate their own story from the story of the widow.  Ecthart Tolle describes a function within our beings as "pain Body".  The Pain body acts as separate entity within us and is fed by our pain. It is attracted to suffering because it is fed. The greater the pain and more attractive it looks.  Another way of looking at this is sharing in the pain of another affirms our ownership of our own pain.  It is as if our being rationalize that if in pain then my sorrow is normal. It allows us to remain half alive.  The everyday mystic separates their own story from the story of the other.
              A second unhelpful response is the rejection of the others reality.  There is a number of unhelpful expressions and beliefs that come from this rejection.  Some might offer the harmful response of "God called him home" or "Heaven needed another angel."  The message is that you pain is not justified.  Your loss is not real.  You are not entitled to feel.  It neglects the others ego response to a real loss while protecting one's own ego from having to feel.  The mystic accepts the loss that the other is experiencing without equating it to their own historical losses.
               Another issue I have witness is the ego's removal from the situation and story in order protect itself.  The willingness to hear and perceive the fullness of the suffering in the world is the blessing of the everyday mystic.  It is the denial of the suffering in the world and in our lives that  encases our true being with the ego self.  Seeing the others grief and suffering can free us from our own and allow us to true compassion. The nature of true compassion is to perceive true being of the other.
              The everyday mystical understanding of loss is that what is lost need truly belonged to the mystic.  It is the illusion of ownership that feeds grief.  Much of grief is the lose of artificial control of one's environment.  The ego grieves.  We grieve the lose of a predictable journey and fight the need to live into an unknown future.

Tuesday, 29 May 2018

  What is it I seek?


The wind blows love
the rushing waters gurgle love
the singing bird sing love
the dancing leaves wave love
The rhythmic waves speak love
Why do I look for wisdom when all else seek love?



I Am That

Something
Great, Grand, Generous
Worthy, Winning, Wondrous
Smart, Saintly Super
Beautiful, Better, Best
I am that

But
Then Nothing
The touch of the presence
Nothing, No thing, Not a thing
Worthless, Wicked, Wanting
Limited,  lacking, laughable
I am that.

But
Then all things
falling into the presence
face to face- becoming one
Being to Being - I am One
lost in self, found in all
I am that, 

I AM






Monday, 28 May 2018

Down to seek the Sacred

The location of the Everyday Mystic. 


It is not on the mountain top where the mystic should search but down in the valley of everyday vitality and messiness.   

The mountain silence invites us to pause in wonder but such wonder remains on the mountain but life is lived in the valley. 

Jesus shows his "glory" to the inner circle of disciples on the mountain top but then promptly takes them to the valley floor where  the messiness of life  is shown or symbolized in the boy processed by a tormenting spirit and in the despair of his father.   

Life is uncontrollable and the "evil spirit" cannot be avoided. Yet it is in the uncontrollable that the divine is revealed. Jesus heals the boy and how many of those who witnessed this had their first encounter with the divine presence.     

It may be up to seek the holy but is down to find the sacred.  
This is why most of Jesus' time was spent in the valley. 


A place to start.  This is a poem about listening to the "voice" of the Divine.



The Voice to Hear:
It is not a mighty shout
or even a tidy thought
that speaks the message 
or calls the shots

but a slender touch
a wind stirred tree
an idea from outside
of mind and glee

A gentle nudge
a statement freed
a guided word
towards my soul's need.