The Divine Light of Creativity
rises up in Emptiness as Sarawsti, the first impulsion of intuition
The Divine Feminine
Oh sweet Goddess
born of whispers
you who sprout truth
in hues of paint
Adagio upon my pulse
Oh sweet lover wrap me in your mantra
When you realise how good things are you will tilt your head back and look at the sky – Gautama
From the breast of Durga दुर्गा
Rises the expulsion of the Patriarch
It’s a slow process. A careful one
The mother of the universe
an unfathomable force
known and unknown
on the tip of Ones tongue
Everybody is talking about Shakti
The Divine Feminine and the rise in consciousness
Me, I have been experiencing an intense light lately
It’s powerful, fierce, forceful
I’m a little ecstatic
It’s difficult to talk to ordinary people again
My heart is exploding
I’m reading the Secret of the Vedas and the Synthesis of Yoga
And this is where it began.
Each time I begin to read one of these books a light fills me, a golden light that fades into a colorless light; a vibration and each cell in my body feels illuminated, I feel blissful and ecstatic.
I’ve had this before, but not from reading a book.
Well actually, except for when I read Muktananda’s ‘Play of Consciousness’, 3 months ago. But, that’s another story!
I can only read one or two paragraphs at a time with the Vedas and usually 2 or 3 pages with the Synthesis .
I’m absorbing the words and the knowledge
and everything I have experienced thus far feels anew
I’m having flashbacks of events in my life and seeing them all with a new perspective, a luminosity.
And I’m learning about the cow of the Rishis
The psychological cow
The spiritual cow
The illumined wisdom
The metaphor of the river of Saraswati
The intuitive principle
The simplicity of the truth
It feels like a window being cleared of fog
“Every act of creation is first an act of destruction – Picasso
‘Love don’t grow on trees’
This is not Rumi
I drew this without any intention and had no idea what would emerge.
Afterwards I realised it’s the 6 of cups.
Cups represent love and the deeper effects of our emotions in relation to our relationships.
The six of cups traditionally depicts a time after a loss were one is transitioning from the grief and has undergone a process of realising the frailty of life and the importance of love and its true expression in the world. Its value.
It’s kind of like the heart being broken open wide for us to love more deeply or authentically.
I’m not experiencing this transition at the moment but I have in the past.
And it seems everyone around me is.
So I begin emptying out.
The usefulness of a cup is in its emptiness
And in my emptiness there is no love.
There really is nothing here
And here in this moment I realise Buddhism is incomplete
That something else is calling me
Lakshmi my beloved लक्ष्मी,
She comes to me sometimes
In the form of lovers and tea cups,
Promises of a prosperity
Sometimes as a honeycombed smile of a stranger
as wood ducks and rivers
or the calm of a lake
her love pouring forth
in her smooth grace
warming my heart
dismantling my ego
The sweet gift of the morning stillness and the seeing of the beauty in the ordinary
and I move her into my heart and let her vibrate there
and a kindness arises
Buddha is back
I swear that guys got it in for me
Diligence Patience Effortlessness
I’ve also been spending hours in silence.
Long hours of silence
it’s sweeter than sweet
It helps me give more of mySelf in my counselling
I feel myself transforming
a shift is occurring
And there is that Emptiness and that Shakti
they are not separate
they are one
So I’m walking a lot to move the energy
and I’m observing the world
A woman is walking
yesterday’s problems forgotten
she goes into the cafe
A latte for the soul
Head hanging back laughter filling the field
As thoughts and words are shared by a friend
Of a date in history where meals were eaten and the music flowed as the waiter entertained and filled his pockets with tips of life
A man passed with tears in his eyes and the sadness is felt
But you know it’s all ok
And you look up and a crows on a tightrope, an electrical wire
Looking at you and you look at it
And you know it knows
Something you don’t know
And a man in a suit hits you with his left shoulder
Rushing for life
And the crows still looking
Black wings and wide eyed
and a woman’s reading a book to understand to find clues on life
and you know the crows knows something she will never know
and the car screeches and a horn hoots
A man is angry at the sad man with tears in his eyes
Yelling abuses ‘get off the road you bloody idiot’
He’s missed him by a fraction and you look at the crow and you know
the crow knows something the man doesn’t know
and the woman’s date ended with a tipsy goodbye forever
And the laughter pours from the friends latte
And the man in the suit scuttles off with a slight apology
Hurrying for life
The crow is joined by a myna bird
Now it’s looking too
And you have to go to the toilet
To breathe a little
And you feel the sheer bliss of doing a wee
And you realise even the toilet paper is divine
And it’s only 9am
As we investigate ways to quiet the mind and open our hearts there is a wisdom a depth, and a love. Our Sādhana in and of itself is an act of love; giving us the reminder to be fully present to all of humanity, all of life.
Our increasing ability to meet our circumstances, our joys and sorrows gives us a freedom to live more fully in the energies of this universe. To dig deeper into the stillness, the silence.
The fullness of emptiness
Where we are energised with Love