On Waterways

01/14/2007 3:16 PM – 3:39 PM

And there we are, in the infinite stream, dragging our fingers through the deep blue water of starlit being. Doesn’t matter. Let it go. The self is a delusion, the not-self a lie. We are what we are. Existence exists and we let it go and become someone’s father. There is air on the roof-tops and air in the basement and air the whole house through.

We are not what we were. We are not what we planned to be. Let it go. We are what we are. No man can say, “Jesus is Lord” except by the Holy Spirit. Jesus is Lord. We exist, consist and subsist on the Will that underlies and infuses all. None exist without it. None can escape it. We float on the boat of self together with our friends through the brackish flow wherein mingle the mortal and immortal. Who can ascend His holy hill? Where does the water end and the flesh begin? We are what we are. We will be what we will be. Is there any cruelty in God? You let it go. You cannot understand. You live your life believing in the blessing of the Eternal Will.

And when mix the finite and infinite, the water grows blurry and we cannot see the bottom anymore. So be it. And we wake up from our beds with a start and find the dawn not yet begun and the day yet in the egg. Close your eyes then and proceed to the deeper rest. Oh, Death, where is thy sting? Oh, Grave, where is your victory? Gone down to the waterside and drink the starlight from the tops of the rivers. We are not what we were. We are not what we planned to be. We are what we are by the grace of God. Forgetting the dead world of our own winning, we pursue the humble real. Where are you then? Where are the yellowed clouds and cheerful songs of robins and crickets? Only sleeping. This too is a gift of God. And so we open our hands and let go the ropes falling, eyes open into the unknown stillness. Dying before dead, we are alive while living. Open your hands and the day becomes its own and takes you with it into the quiet which knows only itself. There is this and you must eat it with your soul. Jesus is Lord. All is forgiven, come home, all is forgiven. And we return to eternity, alive while living, dragging our fingers through the light of stars.