Long ago, before your conception into flesh and bone you swam in the womb of God, in the void that is the Absolute.

In the warm dark waters of the void there was no separateness. Silent and still, you rested in the arms of eternity, both Lover and Beloved.

One face, One heart, One mind. All creation melted into the Body of God.

From the One then came the Many, poured forth in Love.

From a microcosmic Big Bang You emerged, a singular orgasmic spark of Divine ecstasy.

And in the moment of your Original Birth, God, with Infinite Love, inscribed upon your Soul, a Poem. These first words became the fabric from which all that is you was woven.

Within the verses of your poem are recorded your greatest story. In them live every answer to every question you have ever asked about yourself...

Your gifts, your purpose, the ways in which you are meant to move and be and give voice to your being.

They bear the guideposts of your unfolding, the invisible perfection of your journey,
its shadow and light,
its profanity and sacrament.

At your very core lives your innermost verse, the one that bears your Divine Instruction, Divine Coding, Original Face.

The purpose of the embodied life is to learn to read your Inner Poem and to share it with the world.

Through living the experience of who you think you are, you are drawn, with fervent love and fierce compassion, by the omega point of who you most truly are.

Your life, in its wisdom, is the unique path of your soul's undertaking, meant to teach you what it must in order for you to awaken.

                                                                                                           

So when you reach the deep places where God's signature is found you will recognize yourself, know already the words written there, and do without question what is asked, surrender without fear what you must, to become...

Poetry in motion. 

So return, again and again, to the resting place of the Soul, to the place where all rivers meet and melt into the One and the All.

Allow space for your poetry to be experienced.

Give voice to what you hear, what you see, what erupts within your heart. Speak to the God that dwells within you and in all things.

Listen, in return.

What will emerge is a powerfully personal conversation with Divinity.

What you will come to know is that you are and have always been,

the poetry of God.

Scientists seek A Theory of Everything…an ultimate discovery that will tie all natural forces and matter together in a complete system. Several years ago I read a book about what many believe could be A Theory of Everything. The book was The Elegant Universe by physicist Brian Greene, and the theory…String Theory.

I fell in love with it immediately. Not, I admit, with the mathematics, for I am no mathematician…but as an Inner Poet. It captured my imagination. And beyond that, I saw it as a different kind of Unifying Theory - one that lifted the veil of the Universe and revealed the dynamics within the great web that make all life One. I do not pretend to speak as a scientist, but instead with poetic understanding, describing what I see and feel in the bones of my soul.

In String Theory it is proposed that all that is - that which lives deep within and beyond cells, molecules, atoms and quarks - reverberates from a multitude of strings. Identical strings, with varying tension and vibrations that determine what kind of particle is formed, the force or matter ulitmately created.

It is a beautiful vision…an orchestra of strings, vibrating in perfect yet unique rhythms, playing the music of the Universe.

With this vision, I offer a creation story…

From the void of the Absolute, through the Wisdom of the Godhead, a collection of strings once came together. Each carried within it a piece of Truth, of Beauty, of Goodness. The whole of the collection synthesized into a unique pattern, and then began to play…a melody like no other that had ever played before. From the music and the lyrics came the sinews of a Soul. Within the notes and words was placed a significant and purposeful piece of the Whole, a message that could be expressed only through that Soul.

So it is that each of us is a vibrational resonance of God. At the deepest level of our being we are the words and music of the Divine. From this we have come forth, and from our individual expressions have come that which makes us Human - our personalities and bodies, our stories, perspectives, cultures and experiences. In the presence of skin, the lyrics and the melody are quieted, often dulled, sometimes completely drowned out. But NEVER lost. It is this music, our Poetry, that is the yearning we feel within, forever drawing us forward, always toward our re-membering.

Every circumstance, relationship and experience - the light and the dark - is part of our poetry. Every emotion, thought and movement, a verse in our song. All offers us the opportunity to move into greater awareness, to know ourselves and experience the fullness of both our humanity and our Divinity. Only through awareness can we begin to open and to grow, to love, to give and to become…to ask…who am I? Who do I want to be? What qualities of Being am I designed to know and to express?

The embodied life is our opportunity to remember the purpose, the message, that was written into our Souls, and to share it with others. For only we can play our symphony.

Is Om not the sound of creation?

…Was it not said…in the beginning was the word…?

Hear the music. Dance your poetry.

Namaste.

I trudged through constellations and scoured the ocean’s floor searching for her.

We had somehow become separated on the train.  She went to gaze out at the world, with chin propped on fist and forehead pressed against the window, while I headed for the dining car.

I didn’t see the tears, didn’t know how she longed to stop the train, bound down the steps two at a time, and meander through fields and mountains beyond, stopping to talk to flowers, walk barefoot through streams, and dance to music she always insisted was playing.  I think she might have told me, but I couldn’t hear over the din of passengers, and the whirring by of time.

But after a while I came to miss her, and so shouldered my backpack and took off in search.
I peered under rocks and up into trees, and every day checked the sky to see if she had left a message written upon the clouds.

But my neck grew sore from craning, so I stopped looking, and started meandering, and then I stopped doing anything at all.

One day as I sat above the water, wondering if I would ever see her again, I came upon the tiny room between thoughts that lives in the house of Silence.  I knocked on the door and the next thing I knew I was a pattern of light dancing on the waves. 

(I would tell you what this is like, but when you are a pattern of light in the room between thoughts that lives in the house of Silence, it is…


…and that is all.)

But just before a seagull discovered my disguise and swooped down to swallow me whole, she came and stood beside me.

She was quiet for a time, and then said,

“That was good, but water is easy.  Now let’s see you try something more difficult, let’s see you become who you truly are.”

I'm searching for a single word to describe the kind of living I seek. In my work I have called it, "living in the center of the cross"...to occupy that pinpoint of space where the horizontal plane and the vertical dimension meet. Human and divine...earth and Spirit. I walk on the planet clothed in flesh, paying bills, eating pizza, laughing at the absurd, loving fiercely and fighting the impulses of impatience, ambivalence and fear, while immersed in the writings of WIE and Wilber, lit up by a constant yearning to hold what holds me, drawn deep under water by stillness and silence, emptiness and fullness. I admit that I have struggled with the balance, finding myself thrown against opposing shores... engrossed in the world of practical living, until I'm left gasping for air, only to then find myself drowning in the oceans of my own wells. How to exist, not with one foot in either realm, but in a new realm altogether, where the two become one. Where neither extinguishes the other, but deepens, enriches and completes.

I return to that pinpoint, that sparking ember. It ignites in my consciousness, draws me in. I am moving closer.

Again, I cannot help but want a word: Vertizontal Living? Silly. Perhaps I will know it when I get there.

I feel in my chest the insistent push of God

Desperate, I grasp for the hand that steals my breath
but wrapped in flesh I cannot,
for it lives beneath the surface of waters where I tread,
only thinking I want what it offers,
while denying what it demands.

Wrestling shadows, chasing figments
Like a child hanging faith on the wings of a pinwheel

Until…
The spinning stops
and I can hear
the flutter of my breath.
beating against God’s door…

Slowly, ever slowly,
I seep through fissures carved into the hard shell of longing,
from dense matter to fluid form, sliding over boulders of want,
through chasms of fear.
Moving deeper…beyond skin, past thought
Leaving behind all matter and mind
Into and out of awareness
to the very heart of darkness
where no-thing dwells.

Color moving backwards into blackness
Being leaping forward into oneness
Floating in the realm of the Eternal
A memory of Home.

Suddenly pushed outside the Silence,
A single pinlight explodes
Carrying me home…

Made anew, I return
to dwell in the center of the cross,
consummation of Heaven and Earth,
evolution’s pilgrim…

I feel in the center of my chest, the insistent presence of God.