Blessed are all who come
to live at the point of arising,
before they came into temporality.
If you become my students,
listening deeply to my words,
even these stones will serve you.
And in paradise
five evergreen trees await you.
They do not change in summer
nor shed their leaves in winter.
If you come to know them,
you will not know the taste of death.
Translation: Lynn Bauman in
The Gospel of Thomas: Wisdom of the Twin
The First Response:
Gates shall open for you;
there are no locks here.
The passage way between lies
the fossils in the stone path beneath your feet,
Can you swim as they do
in a salt sea of brilliant red?
And beyond, in the garden of paradise,
five evergreens sway, waiting.
Shall I name these five now?
Their roots like dendrites,
their branches like networks in your lungs?
This one, the eye,
capable of seeing everything in that first glance,
that one, the ear,
picking up pure vibration,
here one called touch,
feathering its needles in the wind,
sniffing without regard both the sweet and the fire
tasting it all and finding it
Journey through Logos:
To be present at our beginning place, before our slide into the material world, requires of us a shift of consciousness into the now, which is still connects both past and future. Here we are deathless, fearless, wide awake and functioning with all our senses but in a way that is “evergreen”. We just experience the world with a perfect one-pointed attention. We will see, hear, smell, taste and touch just what IS instead of what we expect or wish, think we know or try to avoid.
That re-entry into the paradise that is truthfully always with us opens our senses wide. There is no naming here, no breaking the world into numbers and knowable bits of data. Because such a state was never “born” it also never “dies”; it is the experience of pure conscious abiding, where both self-will and grace become a singular action of attention. It is the Kingdom and the Garden, entered through the narrow gate but as I said in the poem, the entry point is never locked to us.
Each one of our senses, too, can be that gate. This stone I picked up at the beach today, black basalt shot through with white lines, took me back to my genesis and forward into that paradise state—smell of salt, touch of cool rock, the black and white colors weaving together, the sound of the waves beside me, the taste of old seaweed on my tongue. And it was very, very good.
Hokmah’s Symphonic Note:
There is neither Self-knowledge nor Self-perception to those whose senses are not under control. Without Self-perception there is no peace; and without peace there can be no happiness.
One who has control over the mind is tranquil in heat and cold, in pleasure and pain, and in honor and dishonor; and is ever steadfast with the Supreme Self.
Every step I take in light is mine forever.
Look out your window right now and really see it without editing or expectation. When you do this, what happens to the colors, the textures, the blend of lawn, sky, cement or building? Try doing a similar exercise with each of your senses, smelling your orange juice for the first time, tasting water for the first time, etc. What is it like, to simply experience without a witness, without an internal judge or without any kind of worry or planning?
To Find means to allow our senses to serve as open gates to pure awareness, which is both the Kingdom within and the Garden of Paradise without, thus timeless and ever NOW.
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