Beyond the Light

This is love, to see beyond the light, to pierce the waves that fuel physical beams to reveal their reflected projection. When physics is naked all that is left is love.

When we let the smoke, the beams, the mirrors, fall in each moment we shall perhaps be ready to let go of the living. If we can see through closed eyes, spy the images for reflections, the sounds for something betrayed by the senses, we might realize that even the burning body is merely the hesitation before the first footstep is taken. Even the feeling of being alive is a betrayal. Every nerve in my body and the mystic light notwithstanding, I cannot for a moment pay any serious credence to what I sense.

When we can spot the phantom allures and attractions, and when we see past the self, then perhaps we are ready to return. What tribute it must be, to have found ourselves sitting at such a double-edged table, so captivated by the senses, connections, emotions. What tribute it must be to want to return to the One.

Yet is return for the sake of returning enough? Is it any true wonder to be drawn like a moth to a burning bush in the hope that we might, like a puff of smoke, be drawn back into the fire of Truth? Is it any noble carriage to cast aside material commitments and connections as distractions? Or is there something deeper, something so complex that only an Infinite consciousness might be able to fully conceive its extent?

By being self-actualized we might find our home very beautiful. We may love to visit with ourselves. We might even find a place in the garden for the ego; close enough to admire, yet prized enough to allow it a sense of assurance, safety, and survival.  Yet even the ego was created with purpose. Could Infinity have it any other way? Even if only to realize that we are indeed sitting at the beautiful table its creation must be admired. Otherwise, there would be no seats, no guests, only one diner. Even Captain Obvious would perceive that the Truth of such an arrangement would be poor fare, not worthy of Infinity.

Perhaps the greater step is to close the gate behind us, fleetingly and repeatedly, to go forth to help others find their homes. Transformation through unattached support and love is a motive that must shine brighter than the personal joy of self-actualization. This must be the only fantasy that when reached, remains.

From the heart I now know. I step into the lover’s circle and seek to see beyond the light. Even light is sensed. What I must do is to know the senses for what they are, and at the same time consciously see the heart beyond the senses, feel its beat in the light.

I do understand for this fleeting moment. This house of water, earth, and fire is filled with smoky air. The fire that twinkles in my eye must be one of purest intent. My task is to stretch this fleeting moment as I behold both the senses and the heart. My vision is transformation. My first invisible step is integrity.

Copyright (c) 2010, Carmien Owen