The great All

Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise
-William Blake

I think in William Blakes’ short poem, Eternity, he conveys that joy cannot be possessed and true freedom is to live with an awakened heart.   When Love recognizes Itself in another, time stops. For that moment, breath is God’s infinite Being. This is eternity.   For me, Being in Love is quieting; it’s a homecoming, no longing or lacking here. I rest easily in this place.  In Love, I am you and you are me.

Insidiously, thoughts and feelings return with their wishfulness to hold onto the experience, extend it, stay there, stay close.   Inherent is a sense of separation and that’s when the longing returns.  It preoccupies my mind.  It feels very different than the one who kisses the joy as it flies.  Righteousness and entitlement are familiar from this place. This is a longing that perpetuates possessiveness.

Some people can easily facilitate truth and deliver this Love and Understanding in a way that not only points us in the direction of Awareness but who are truly Love and live Christ Consciousness.  I am sensitive to the synchronicity of events and the paths of other spiritual travelers.  From the perspective of the heart, Love and Longing are nearly indistinguishable. 

Awareness knows nothing other than Love; no one to attach to, nothing to grasp or hold onto.  The artist and the friend, the wind and the waves, the lovers and teachers are God’s infinite being.  This is the joy of the great All.

 

 

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