Flesherton, Ontario, Canada

In the Grand Scale of the Cosmos,

Is a whole beyond words and meaning,

An experience entire

Without subdivision or gleaning.

Some call it the Lord of Creation,

The Oversoul, Allah, or Tao;

Some term it Quetzalcoatl,

The unity of here and now.

This wholistic experiential being

Feels eternal presence, and

Extending as far as the eye can see,

Penetrates to elemental essence.

The prophets divine this cosmic present,

Terming it God, the Creator of

The universe both far and near,

The omnipotent, omniscient source of Love.

Such a world view is all-encompassing,

Leaving no stone unturned,

Neglecting nothing in its accounting of

The knowledge for which we yearn.

Religion stems from this ecstatic state,

This wholistic holiest holy.

The supernal senses revel in joy,

Basking in the glory,

As all in this revealed vision is

But part of God’s holy creation.

Then all is sacred, all divine,

To be treated with divine dispensation.

One finds this transcendent experience

Alone among the stars, or

In a vast field of flowers, or

At the ocean with Venus and Mars.

One finds in the world’s natural state

The original work of God,

In the mountains, rivers, and waterfalls,

In the flora and fauna of this sod.

A new religion is coming soon,

A prophecy, a revelation, a sooth;

A synthesis of all fields of knowledge,

A Universal Truth.

The environment is a new concept,

A systems approach to thinking,

Einstein replacing Newton and Descartes,

Relativity, not mechanical clinking.

Wholism is both correct and sacred,

There is no compartmentalization,

All causes related to all effects,

A continuum of conceptualization,

Not dualism, not reductionism,

Not bio-materialist thought,

Not semantical theistic jargon,

Not monomaniacal rot;

But rather the Great Unity through

The practice of spiritual living

Supported by reason and research,

By philanthropy and giving.

One does not find this ultimate experience

In a dark and dusty corner of

A church or chapel laden with Colonial gold,

The room filled with darkly dressed mourners.

One must seek it in the more natural way,

Found in the pristine forest,

Unspoiled, unfettered by crass commercialism,

Uncut by the chain saw’s force.

Environmentalism is

A religion unto itself,

An alternative to anthropocentrism,

Stressing ecology and health.

Humanity is a part of Nature,

Not nature’s enemy personified.

We are stewards of this holy land,

Gardeners with God’s love inside.

NBS

10-4-09

Klein Bottle

Mobius Strip

That One-Sided Thing They Call The Tao

Like a Klein bottle or a Mobius strip

The Tao has only one side.

Curved surfaces interfacing

Leave only one path to ride.

Beyond duality, transcending yin & yang,

Beyond gender, beyond race,

Ageless, invisible, silent, touchless,

A mask without a face.

There is no dark side to this surface

It is darkness and light combined.

It is the sound of one hand clapping,

It is the essence of the mind.

Hailed by priest and scholars alike,

Often referred to as God,

It is clothed and animated in puppetry,

Given life through a divining rod.

It cannot be misused for there is

But one door, one lock, one key.

The door is the heart,

Love is the lock, and

The key is sincerity.

The mentality pulsates so lightly upon the world,

Invisible emanations vibrating with every word.

Surrounding us is an ocean of universal being,

Waves of energy carried by this medium unseen.

So whence comes the individual rhythm of each mind?

Do we harmonize with the music around us keeping time?

Or does our spirit emanate from its own internal clock,

Its own life force and unique rhythm, its own measure and stop?

Are we driven by external pulses or by ourselves?

The individual or the collective, are we just cells?

Do swarming bees or schools of fish determine by selection

The muscle twitch, the fin or wing’s least wiggle for direction?

A flock of birds or herd of antelope move all together.

It’s the straggler, the isolated one that feeds the leopard.

Yet many species hunt alone, the panther and the cougar,

But even then they kill to feed a family, not for pleasure;

And finally then there is still the reality of life;

We’re born unique and die one by one, a solitary strife.

Within our heart beats and our brainwave patterns follow suit,

For each of us within, the individual takes root.

In short we blend individual, community, and world,

The forces to which we adapt, the musical vortex whirls.

No question that we are a force ourselves to be reckoned with,

Each a unique vibration, each a veritable glyph.

But not alone without context do we survive on this Earth.

We blend with our fellow sapiens and Life, to death from birth.

Our life a concert, we play first fiddle, our friends play the strings.

The rest of life the orchestra, the conductor is the king,

The essence, the progenitor, the Path, the Way, the Force;

God, if you will, but faceless, nameless, all-powerful, the Course.

It was while meditating that this poem came to me.  It is so subtle, and so broad.  I was looking at wood grain when it came to me that we are like onions, layered, and at the center is love of being.

The Heart Of Love

Within the chambers of deepest awareness,

In the center of consciousness,

Pulses, beats the universal,

Life giving,

Warmth generating

Motive force:

The love of Life.

Its protection is behind all of our decisions.

Its value is supported by all other values;

From this center emanates all our choices,

Our decisions, our actions:

Thoughts, words, and deeds.

That love is Wakan Tanka, the Great Spirit,

The realm of infinite awareness,

Of cosmic consciousness,

The unity of being.

The suggestion here is that our conscious mind experiences deepest feelings in the center of our being, and that at that center is the connection to Life, the collective unconscious.  It may be hard to accept that it is that simple, that at our core we are like all living beings, that we love life and adhere to and protect it.  But it can be that simple.  

Disease of the mind and emotions clouds that understanding, as that energy of the core may become inaccessible to the mind, and our choices may spin out of control, from disconnection to the core.  This is where  Core Energetics comes in to explain how we may lose touch with that energy as our protective reactions to the forces around us may shut down our perceptions of the outside world and disconnect our core from the outer world, hidden behind a protective wall that encloses us.  At our heart is unity of being.

I visited the new California Academy of Sciences building at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco with my family over the Christmas holidays.  The new building includes the old Steihardt Aquarium and Planetarium, an exhibit on global warming, other exhibits, and a rain forest environment.  It was a Sunday before Christmas and the lines were long to get in even at the $25 admission fee.

It was a rainy day.  The fields of plants on the rooftop were happy, as we climbed the spiral ramp leading to the top of the rainforest.    Everywhere there were birds and butterflies.

As I communed with the chameleons, they evinced a deep knowledge of the nature of existence.  These reptiles gave me a clue about life – that it is not to be statically enjoyed, that change is a fundamental characterisic of deep spirituality.  The Book of Changes also told us that.

I wrote this some time ago, and have finally published it.  It is a personal expression and not intended to be a general statement for others.  I went very deep to find this within myself.

Neil 

Image of Gaea

 The Ideal Woman

Who are you who offers me so much?

Love with no bottom.

Loyalty to the core.

Desire for our union.

A woman with whom I can be in silence,

Exchanging glances, feelings from across a room.

Who chooses to be:

Strong but gentle,

Beautiful because of what is within,

With the protective spirit of a mother bear.

A woman who is a lady in public,

And a panther when we are alone,

A woman who joins me as we fly like eagles,

A woman who sees with the eyes of a red-tailed hawk,

A simple, uncomplicated woman,

Not a delicate and fragile crystal,

But strong and smooth, like jade.

Where can I find such a woman

Who can live with herself,

But would rather live with me;

Someone satisfied within herself,

And in love with me?

Someone to grow old with,

Who treats me like a pair of leather shoes,

Cleaning, oiling, preserving, protecting,

So that they last a long time,

Comfortable, soft, familiar

Who lets me treat her the same way.

For that woman I would dedicate my life.

For such a woman a man would risk his life.

It is a wise man

Who values highly such love.