Anywhen
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Australian Aborigines refer to the 4th dimension and beyond as “Dreamtime” or “Anywhen”. Don’t you just love that term “Anywhen”?
This is the zone that lies beyond the field of thought and emotion, that place where logic and reason do not exist, where the stillness connects you to the ethers and not a speck of anything recognizable remains. No images, only transparency. It is within the cocoon of this immeasurable silence that the chrysalis of understanding unfolds and the “ah-ha’s” appear as if by chance. This is where I wait for you trying desperately not to hold my breath as the intuitive prevision overtakes me.
But how does one access this realm, is it reserved for those who have studied, sacrificed or undergone occult rituals and rites of passage? Or is it ever floating by our inner eye as the ultimate DVD of truth, resplendent in colour, sound and texture, like the wonder once imbued when we were children? What happened to this capacity to receive the sublime, unfettered by our acquired scepticism and unceasing analysis of things? These are surely the perils of “time”. Knowing that the source is forever present why do we resist and question its divinity at all?
Each reflection that reminds you of this grace, whether it be a person, place or deed has been sent from the infinite specifically with your signature endowed and fleeting as it may be has within its fabric the potential to shift your life forever. And these events are by no means random, just as the stars in the firmament are there each night right where you left them the last time you paused to take notice. It is all so grand, this stillness that has infinite movement, it is all so prophetic this heart beat that summons up another...and then another. What will you do with such a profound gift? Will you hold and nurture it tenderly as a mother would a child? Will you covet it or let it fly free as one would release the winged messenger of love?
So many questions swirling in the trees and grasses, so many glimpses of the beauty of your pulse, so many opportunities to slip between the covers with you and explode with all your sensuous might. Will you join me?
I just saw you glistening on the lake, I just heard you humming at my feeder, I just smelled your rich perfume as the flower outside my door opened in the morning sun. I am so full of you I know I’ll burst if I don’t write to you this instant. I am touching everything at once and being touched in return in places where I’m energized beyond belief. I know I could leap from the cliff right now and glide forever upon your sweet breath, landing safely somewhere, anywhere and anywhen.
I am alive within the gentle kiss which you bestow and vanish completely in the dervish dance which you perform specially for me. This ecstasy I feel is clearly revealed yet lies hidden silently behind the word. My lips are quivering with the anticipation of your smile and I wish only to yield to your persuasion as the nothingness abounds. I can feel the riches showering down upon me as I give up and give in. From whence have you cometh and will you not rest awhile longer within my heart oh sacred muse? I promise not to resist, I promise to be your concubine, I promise to be my pristine self and shine for you as long as we are lovers. Will you promise me the same?
Ah, I’m listening to your magic lute as it draws me deeper into the wood. Already entranced, I am ready to be seduced. I’m ready to receive your benediction and to be cleansed until I’m gone.
Come, touch me here, touch me there, fill me with delight and I will be your trusting emissary throughout the kingdom like the strolling minstrel with an angelic voice.
Come, touch me here, touch me there...I’m brimming with gratitude and excitement and ready for your blissful love.
Passionately awaiting you,
Dr. John