Too dark the night
Too bright the sky
To lean upon
The human eye
Eye sees this world
Eye says it’s so
I fool myself
And claim to know
Know subtle truths
Know what’s most dear
No words I mouth
The heart can hear
Hear gentle breeze
Hear call of soul
Here the longing
Is an empty hole
Hole in the body
Hole in the chest
Whole human hearts
Graced by the Guest
J Harper
When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
think…..and think…..while you are alive.
What you call ‘salvation’ belongs to the time before death.
If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive,
do you think ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten — that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with Light,
when I sit firmly in that world.
I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,
inside “love” there is more joy than we know of,
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds, there are whole rivers of Light.
The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.