ORIGINAL SIN

The definition of sin is the state of not being true to who we truly are. In the creation story the fruit offered & accepted was no more & no less than the awareness of our true nature. The irony is profound. In becoming aware of our solitary state we separate ourselves immediately from the oceanic entirety of the Source. Living in the Garden is that state of being blissfully oblivious… “comfortably numb” as my favourite band from the seventies sang. Our origin as spiritual beings came from the separation. It is the original sin because we are no longer completely true to what we once we were. It is in the growing awareness… the clarity that accepting that temptation opens for us that we begin to move forward spiritually as both divine & human beings. The fruit is offered. I accept.

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TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

Wisdom is not discovery…. wisdom is recollection. We remember with clarity what we have always known. The fruit of the tree of knowledge in the old, old story is handed to us over & over again.  The innocence lost is simply the final completion of knowing what it is to be human… to be completely aware in a body that must perish. The tree rooted in the earth reaching skyward places us exactly where we are in the space-time continuum. The self-same tree embodies the suffering we endure… the suffering that opens our eyes… that makes us remember who we really are. Therein lies a mystery… to eat of the fruit… to know who I am… to open the sacred scrolls… to become… to be… 

NIGHT WINGS

THE MOON AGAIN

My sister and I had a discussion about the nature of the moon & its reflection. On a still surface the moon is reflected whole like a perfect silver disk. When there are ripples,  the moon’s reflection is shattered into little shards of pure white. Those shards when collected together still make up the entirety of the moon’s reflection. The moon itself is complete as always. The nature of the Divine is like the moon & its refections. We only see the Divine through its reflections. Each & every one of us sees those  reflections from the place where we stand… from our limited perspective... whole or in slivers.  We see  the reflection not the source.  The purity of the Moon remains inviolate & perfect.

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

The moon lights like a powder-wing moth on the edge of a held breath... touches the shivered ripples of the surface of awareness. In that pause you know Her.  She is the source that cradles all that comes into being… the field that embraces & nurtures the seeds of all becoming. She defies definition. Some call her Kuan Yin or White Tara… the Mother of Mercy & Compassion. She needs no name. She shapes the Universe into Itself like the wind in a field of golden wheat. You know Her when you feel the whispered caress. All that is true is gentle as a mother's gaze... the evening breeze… the soft skin of the open hand. She is awake… watching over us while we sleep… while we dream of who we are to become. The Queen of the Night does not sleep. She sees by the light of the harvest moon.