When Having Purpose

The Heart

The physical heart wants to keep me here,

against the tendency to flee,

not wanting to be here, this often painful world.

It wants to be here in me.

I observe at times a leaden weight,

a variable density in the region of my chest and throat

that seems to filter everything coming into consciousness,

like one of those camera lenses that increases and decreases

its aperture depending on the amount of light.

At times this shield becomes a ring

of extremely agitated angry shouters

demanding their way,

pushing and shoving always against what is;

so for me the question naturally arises,

what is the provenance of this embodied life,

where does it come from;

the question arises, is there a kindness associated with it?

Shall I say that the body wants to keep me here

for its own purposes?

Or the body wants to keep me here out of kindness

and for an evolving, better knowledge

of what I am in essence?

Could that be the body’s purpose?

This inwardness reveals itself again,

a steadfast representative and observer,

one who follows the swing to agitation and anger

and is not overwhelmed;

one who feels deep kindness and support

for the maintaining and maintenance of the life here.

Call it the body, call it the ego,

call it the representative of something higher;

each of these has a different flavor

but the bottom line is

whatever one calls it is just a name.

It is a kind of an isness, with strange associations,

with strange characteristics, strange shoots,

offshoots that come from it,

and if they are to be judged,

they must be judged

as a natural expression of its nature;

opposites, opposite tendencies:

to avoid and to dive into;

to accept and to refuse;

to embrace and to reject;

to be and not to be.

And all the while the stream of life goes on,

spirit moves over the face of the waters,

the waters boil up from their subterranean grottoes,

the waters stream and sublimate toward and into the heavens.

And in this moment, the urge,

the desire to pierce the veil of separation, to share oneself,

fullness and the flow, to become the waters

so that all who are parched may be comforted

in the peace that passeth understanding.

QUANTUM SOURCE ... QUANTUM WORLD ... QUANTUM VOID ... QUANTUM YOU!