Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: Spirituality

A Great Turning

When I began this blog in November, 2011 I was an atheist, and wanted a place to espouse the virtues of rationalism. That led to several diatribes over the course of several months that extolled strength and the virtue of reason without passion. Then in 2012 I had a spiritual awakening that continues to transmute the dross of my being into the sublime bliss of our infinite and loving god. I followed reason down a rabbit hole of mysticism, and have lived in Wonderland ever since. As a result my posts have slowly shifted from diatribes to prose and poetry. My mind has slowly drifted from the analytical, to constant blessing and praise of the infinite mystery that is you and me.

With each new stage of my spiritual journey I revisit whether “Fearless Reason” is sill an appropriate name for this blog, and each time I quickly conclude it is more appropriate now than ever before. I began this journey as a rationalist and atheist, then in 2012 had an awakening that transformed me into a spiritual seeker and solitary mystic.

Over the years I have allowed god’s grace to transform me from the inside out. The bliss of my initial awakening has never left me. It is always with me, waiting to be noticed. Asking only that I turn my attention towards it and enter the divine embrace. At first this communion was limited to periods of meditation, but is increasingly an abiding companion. As a result, my prayers have been reduced to one: for sanctification and perfect union with the great mystery.

I have often thought that god hid from me until I was thoroughly enmeshed in the world in order to keep me out of a monastery or cave; and that also seems more true now than ever before. Throughout my journey I have continued to live the life of a  householder. I have practiced law, built a home, and found a mate. I have been extremely active in the world and honor my obligations to family, friends, and community. But along the way I have always had beating within me the great mantra and sublime bliss, growing ever louder, waiting to be noticed, and now impossible to ignore.

I am now at the beginning of yet another turning point. In recent years I have felt called to share something of what I have found with others. But the appropriate expression of that sharing has eluded me.

However, as I begin moving from solitary mystic towards spiritual community, the mode of that sharing and service are becoming more apparent. Increasingly I find myself in the midst of beautiful souls who wish only to see god; but karma, pain, and suffering hide him from their eyes. Yet by god’s grace and their willing heart, I can alleviate some of their burden. I can hold them in the stillness of my samadhi. I can take their karma and burn it in the fire of my love and bliss. No suffering is too great, no trauma too daunting. We can give it all to god.

Blessings to all the beautiful strangers and soulmates who have read this far. Pray that I have the strength to follow the path god has set me upon.

Namaste,

Zachary

Om Beats the Universe

Om
beats
the
universe.

Om
hums
the great
mantra.

Om
sings
the great
song.

Om
beats
the
universe

Om
hums
the great
heart beat.

Om
sings
the great
spirit.

Om
beats
the
universe.

Seek God Within

It is sad to see the spiritual ambition of seekers without a contemplative practice turn to heresy. It is only by our regular pilgrimage to the well of faith that we cultivate discernment, and purify our hearts and minds. Those who forego this sacrament inevitably get lost in the false corridors of the analytical mind, and worship the false gods of their ego. Forsake heresy and seek union with god through inner silence.

Unbend your neck.
Get off your knees.
Sit upright with poise.
Seek god within.

Hope No More

Souls
craving progress
is nature’s way.

But man
confused progress
with desire
and lost his way.

Chasing
mirages of hope
in a desert
of despair.

He sought
money
power and fame.

Hoping
the novelty
of experience
would still
his restless soul.

Man is more
than fleeting form
and novel desire.

More than
fathomless pits
that cannot
be filled.

All souls
crave progress
but delusion
is not the way.

Awaken
dear man
and hope
no more.

We are
shattered pieces
of the whole.

Your soul’s longing
the desire
to go home.

Faith alone
will still your soul
sate your desire
and take you home.

Ascetic of Desire

I pray neither for
power nor glory
among men.

Riches nor fame
will satisfy
my ambitious heart.

Which perceived
momentarily
reality beyond dreams.

I pray only
for liberation
from this
mundane nightmare.

My awakened soul
no longer entertained
by ephemeral dreams.

Awake
in the shell
of an unconscious life.

I renounce inwardly
the cage of delusion
built by unconscious desires.

Imprisoned by dreams
I have become
an ascetic of desire.

Praying daily
for liberation
from causality’s
plodding inertia.

Christian Heretic

I became
a Christian
heretic.

But I
found
god.

Not in
churches
pulpits
and the
ministration
of ministers.

But in
a silent
mind and
open heart.

I became
a Christian
heretic
to find
god.

Not in
arcane
theology
and medieval
dogma.

But in
the creator’s
creation.

God
was too
small
to fit
in my
heart.

So I forsaked
the trinity
for the
creation
and made
a church
of the world.

With only
one rule
by which
to live.

Everything
is sacred
everything
divine.

Matron Mother

Matron
mother.

I find
you
at the
end of
youth.

Beginning
my journey
into adulthood.

I greet
you
from my
end of
beginning

At your
beginning
of end.

Meeting
you.

Not as
child
to mother.

Not as
man
to lover.

But
in full
appreciation
of where
we stand.

Without
need
or expectation.

With honest
and
uncontrived
communion.

I behold
the woman
you are
and have
been.

I glimpse
the girl
you once
were.

Alive
in eyes
that still
sparkle
and smile.

Matron
mother.

I greet
you
from our
places in
time.

And
give
thanks.

That our
paths have
crossed
not for
the first
nor last
time.

And
give
hope.

That
when we
meet
again.

We will
stand
closer
in time.

That I
may see
more closely
and know
more fully.

The girl
alive
and dancing
in your eyes.

The woman
you have
been
and may
yet be.

Then
once more
in the beginning
of the end.

Bear witness
to the
matron mother
and glory
in your
wisdom.

Grant Me an Audience

Grant me
an audience
with your
presence.

That eternal
creature
of the
now.

Relinquish
for a
moment
your stories.

Your
glories
grievances
and games.

Lay
down
your idle
chatter.

Forbearing
the
pollution
of sound.

Settle for a
moment
into the
eternal now.

A Western Heretic

I am a western heretic; having lost faith in the religion of my people, that constant technological progress is necessary and universally good.  Our creations reflect our inner nature, and we cannot escape spiritual infancy with technological maturity.

We built a world on the foundation of the ego’s never ending want. A world premised, on the externalization of identity and a rejection of the present moment. We built a world to divert our anxious minds, and give comfort to our decaying flesh. Abandoning inward seeking for outward buying, selling, and coveting.

The seeker became the consumer, and from cradle to grave remained an infant all his days.

We got lost in time; mourning the traumas of the past, and intermittently dreading and hoping for a non-existent future. Abdicating the present moment, which upon inspection, is never lacking.

We built a world that produces misery, in all its varied and sundry forms. Vainly hoping that one form will be better than the last, and will satisfy for a time the ego’s endless craving.

We are ugly inside; filled with envy, greed, fear, and hate. So we built an ugly world, that reflects our inner nature, in amplified and varying forms.

To Become an Exile

I feel a pull
inward
to become an exile.

To withdraw
from a public
that has become
sacrilege to my private values.

I am bewildered
that the worst in us
has become commonplace.

I am a foreigner
in my land
a place
where hate is more desirable than love
fear more tolerable than acceptance
and ignorance more comfort than truth.

I do not know these neighbors and friends
that I once assumed shared a common decency.

A decency now uncommon
as the worst in us
becomes middling.

I have become
a stranger
in  a strange land
that has lost the capacity
for self-preservation.