The Voice
I hear a voice inside.
Is it my own?
I hear a voice inside.
I cannot, must not, imagine it.
I hear a voice inside.
I cannot must not, imagine it
The moment of universality, the moment of one,
this thing some might call samadhi;
it soon passes, but this voice lasts.
I hear a voice inside.
I name that voice God.
And it names my Voice "Me."
I name that voice Buddha,
and my friends, those teachers,
talk to me.
And that voice, from inside me,
is one of them.
So that is why they call it the "Bliss body."
It's awakening is a moment of Bliss and terror.
And it is only a beginning.
That voice...
it is a still voice, a quiet voice,
Not all the earthquake and thunder,
it is the sound that makes sense of it all,
or simply takes it in.
That voice...
It is not the whole Host of Heaven,
Not the sun, not the moon, and yet in them.
Not the world, nor "Gaia,"
yet sometimes it speaks with that voice too.
It is salvation,
but not from any mans hand,
but from a word that awakens and is shared.
That awakening.
It is not a final moment.
The "Kingdom" is neither here nor there,
neither of this world nor some other,
but a realm of awakening,
that takes it all in,
and starts to make sense of things.
I hear a voice inside.
I cannot, must not imagine it.
I hear a voice inside,
I cannot, must not try to limit it or to rule.
I hear a voice inside,
I cannot, I must not, imagine it.
But listen to it;
that is what I must do.
Chris
Posted by cholte at September 22, 2004 12:28 PM