It's Elemental

Tag: Rhythm

  • Evidence, science, and spiritual knowing: developing organs of spiritual perception

    Evidence can be gained through a variety of means.  Just as you would wish to use a sensitive detector of particular frequencies of light if you are doing x-ray crystallography, and not, say, an acoustic detector, so too we need to develop and use detectors that are appropriate to the realm in which we wish to gather evidence if we are to hope to gain any knowledge in that realm. 

    Thus, if we wish to develop knowledge of spiritual realms, we will need to develop organs of perception (for no material ‘device’ can do this for us) which are capable of perceiving in the realm of the spirit.  Not only that, but those organs, like any physical detector, need to be sensitized, tuned, and placed in the proper experimental setup for good evidence gathering to be likely.

    Of course, the basis for the spiritual organs of perception we are talking about here are rooted in our attention: it’s quality and rhythm.  For example, we lay people can only talk about all the fascinating stuff coming out of quantum mechanics in a second-(or third)-hand way, because we have ourselves not done the experiments in question, and our judgments and opinions on the matters are derivative of the interpretations of these experiments by those who have done them and their interpreters.  We would not expect an interested lay person to provide new information about quantum processes ex nihilo, but we can learn to conceptualize and come into closer relationship with those processes by virtue of our studies of what has been communicated about them by relative authorities.

    The exact same holds for spiritual considerations: those that have developed capacities to perceive spiritual realms can interpret and communicate these results to those of us that don’t, and we can study and learn about realms which we may not otherwise have access to as a consequence.  Moreover, just as we might, if we were really interested, take the necessary steps to learn the skills and concepts necessary to do research in quantum mechanics, so too we can take the steps necessary to learn the skills and concepts that allow one to do research in the spiritual worlds.

    Or does all this sound completely far-fetched?

    Unless we are scientific researchers in a particular field, we actually have very little direct evidence for our knowledge about quantum mechanical processes, chaos theory, and so forth; it’s almost completely anecdotal, yet we trust those that have done the research to provide us with a coherent and accurate picture of ‘what it is like’, and primarily on this basis we feel comfortable using the concepts and talking the talk.

    I’m only writing this because I wanted to point out that the scientific method in no way whatsoever excludes the non-physical, and that it is possible to have a clear understanding of how that is so; i.e. such a thing as spiritual science is possible.  Poor research is just as much of a problem in physical science as in spiritual science — and we must either rely upon ‘experts’ to let us know when this is the case or become an expert ourselves.

    Tree of the Wise
    Tree of the Wise
  • falling horizons

    today I stand on the horizon
    beyond the vast, known spaces
    my steps tracing a Moebius membrane
    as the white sea pours through my heart
    no there, no past, no unwanted memory
    –all swept lovingly into the waves
    seeds for waiting oysters

    did you know that I could fly?
    I didn’t either until the wind caught my wings,
    and the rock’s weighty tomes fell ponderously away
    like the unexpected removal of an atrophied, forgotten limb
    the only thing between my life and some great height

    it was the sound of the air rippling behind the gulls wing,
    the inevitable pulsing call of invisibly present stars
    –shining. always shining  
    and I eagerly ask

    who is singing the song that calls the fruit to bud?
    what whispered word ripens them? why must our ears be so ignorant?
    does not silent nature speak with my mouth?
    touch with my porous skin? cry these salty tears?

    nature, like an atrophied, forgotten limb, has been removed
    –or perhaps I am the limb of nature,
    which, only newly awakened, cannot yet know its mother  
    for I usurp her ears, her skin, her tears,
    assume them like a mask stretched taught over this shifting body
    while I forget how my wings lift me up
    though their rhythm ever flows on

    which is why I am here, cradled by the rocks and wind
    endless waves spread out before my dangling feet,
    waiting to reach the horizon

    sea meets sky


  • swallowing the sun

    what spirit speaks the heart re-echoes
    its lofty chambers with choric ringing 
    twist and fold in timely rhythm
    the fountain’s deep moods springing  

    unshadowed now, revealed and waking
    all forge and fire, veils rent aside
    the swallowed sun, see! – beaming again
    ‘cross the rivers, stride in stride

    the call’s heard round from distant shores
    the ferryman’s change cast far away
    for the light, in the light of what must come
    all self’s entreating sleeps this day

    for no ‘troth be had ‘cept to purest gold
    with transforming beat of future’s time
    sounding now through wordless Love
    the spinning forth of spiral line

    seen from above, auricles embracing
    hearing blood’s poems shouting alight
    the heart, this heart, carries forth the sign
    and the eye awakens in the night 


    The Swallowed Sun
    The Swallowed Sun



  • brain(s)

    my fingers are tapping to an unknown rhythm
    a sightless pattern just below consciousness
    feeding somewhere in the background of my eyes
    it swirls, dives, escalates, tumbles
    and words – my God, words! appear

    mysteries profuse my skin
    invisible knives punctuating reality
    letting the dreams out
    all the while
    tap tap tap
     
    and more: you, unquietly reaching
    impossibly leeching, receiving 
    growing dreams of my dreams
    with another blind seeming
    a different kind of feeding

    we, the complex together
    cradle each other now
    discovering pathways to ourselves
    shouting keys and rending walls
    loosing what we have found

     

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