Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: god

Most Merciful God

Most merciful god. I am in resistance to what is. I have not loved you with my whole heart. I have not loved others as myself. I have sought my will, and not yours.

Most merciful god. I have been blind to your mercy. I have not seen the perfection of this present moment. I muse that if things were different, we might all be happy…we might all be in love…we might all be at peace…we might all seek god. Yet this moment cannot be other than it is. It is, what had to be.

Most merciful god. We must know despair to understand happiness. We must be consumed by hatred to crave love. We must know the horror of war to prefer peace. We must experience separation to seek wholeness.

Most merciful god. May I see this suffering as grace. May I surrender to your will. If this is the path we must walk to the kingdom of heaven, may we tread quickly. Amen.

Truth

Truth
is the
gateway
to love.

Through it
passes
ultimate
reality.

Vulnerability
is the key
to the
heart.

Through it
we unlock
intimacy
with god.

 

Poverty of the Soul

My karma predisposes me towards asceticism. That may have been a virtue in a different culture and age, but in this world it has made me a slave. I grew up poor, in a poor community, in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. I have never prioritized pleasure or happiness, because I was taught those were luxuries we could not afford. That fidelity to joyless duty has followed me into the middle class, and along my spiritual journey.

Even after awakening to my true nature as an infinite being of love and bliss, I have remained in some ways impoverished. I have passively accepted things that serve neither my happiness nor that of others. I have retreated into inward bliss, as the inertia of a middle class life set in motion before my awakening consumes most of my time with things that serve a life I do not desire.

This world rewards those who doggedly pursue their desires to the exclusion of all else, no matter how misguided. I have seldom had strong desires beyond my desire for union with god. Before awakening I did not know yet what I sought. So I set about building a safe middle class life designed to alleviate the condition of material deprivation.

Then within months of starting that middle class life, I awakened to my true nature, and realized the worst poverty is that of the soul. I now wistfully reflect on the freedom of that materially impoverished child from the mountains. He wanted to seek god, but had no one to show him the way. I now know the way, but have less physical freedom than ever before. How long will I continue serving a middle class life designed to alleviate a poverty I no longer fear?

Upon Finding God

Upon finding god it is hard to misplace him. I have found him in grand old churches with high steeples, steeped in history and traditions. I have found him in new age circles of those seeking a transcendent mystery they dare not name. I have found him in the forest, where the mountain lion hunts the deer, and the oak tree gently sways. I have found him in all these places and more. Upon finding god there is no escaping him.

I Noticed God Noticing Me

Did I notice god, or was I noticed? I think he must have always been there, waiting to be seen. Supporting me as he supports the universe, with tenderness and infinite love. Always reaching for me, and waiting patiently for me to reach back. Yes, that must be it. I noticed god noticing me, and I reached back.

I noticed god noticing me and reached back, and I was welcomed by a bounty of bliss. I was invited into the divine dance between finite mankind and our infinite god. But we aren’t just dancing, we are drawing closer.

I prayed that there be no separation between us. I prayed for all that does not serve my highest good and the good of others be taken away. I prayed for sanctity. I prayed for the dance to never end and that I be drawn into unending union.

I prayed many prayers, with no small amount of trepidation. How I sympathize with St. Augustine’s wayward words, “Lord make me pure, but not yet!” But the time for wayward prayers has passed.

The Fire of My Love

I burn
your karma
in the fire
of my love.

I hold you
in the emptiness
of my
bliss.

Give me
your burdens
your pain
your suffering.

Give me
all that
you no longer
wish to bear.

I give it
as a fragrant offering
to the
divine.

I transform
your suffering
in the fire
of my bliss.

Compassion for your Children

God
grant me
the grace
to have compassion
for your children.

Preserve
my heart
that it may not
grow hard
from overuse.

Grant
me the patience
to balm
even self inflicted
wounds.

Lord
may their
endless suffering
never hide you
from my sight.

 

A More Beautiful Way

Though
eyes perceive
only
decay.

The heart
remembers
a more beautiful
way.

The body
knows what
the mind
cannot grasp.

That possibilities
exist outside
of cause
and effect.

What came
before
need not
come again.

When love
is the way
god takes care
of the rest.

 

The Burden of Being Me

Lord
relieve me
from the burden
of being me.

God
allow me to
rest in
thy being.

Lord
permit
my ego
to die.

God
grant your
presence
within me.

Lord
may the distinctions
betwixt us
be none.

God
may I walk
blissfully
within thee.

Lord
may we
at last
be one.

Temple of the False Self

The temple
of the false self
grows more decadent
with decay.

Cracks
adorning its
still proud
face.

Midnight masses
gather at
the dark hour
of the soul.

Performing
pagan rituals
to heathen
gods.

Chanting
incantations
of their trials
and tribulations.

Telling
stories
of their
false selves.

Casting idols
in their own
graven
images.

They reaffirm
their faith
that one another
is real.