There is no better than…
Just be the best you can.
And so, the mighty bend low before the Saint?
The misery of his meagre apparel, the antithesis of all they strive for.
And yet, is there not something of power in renunciation?
What is it that moves behind those placid eyes?
Something steely and beyond the merely material.
What secret whisperings are those ears privvy to?
What is it that needs not their trappings
And heeds not their vainglory?
True-hearted and importunate…
Oriental and ecstatic…
Tender and longing…
The Ancient Greeks…
Studious yet peripatetic…
They pursued a noble notion of religion.
Nature based, gratefully borrowed from the mysterious Egyptians
And equally graciously passed on to their eager followers…
But when the ‘Hoi Poloi’ got wind of God,
Fear entered the arena and religion,
in the Mediterranean, at least, never recovered.
“We will never know what they thought, what they were trying to achieve.”
But we still have sun sets and sun rises…
Participate in only a few of these and it becomes pretty clear that there is something missing from our world.
And was their world any different in that respect?
One, is All…
Two, the realisation that One is All…
Three, the balance of it…
Four, the establishment of it…
Five, its central essence…
Six takes sides against it…
Seven is its fulcrum…
Eight, its portal-gate…
Nine, the step through that gate…
…Into the All.
We must hazard that religiosity be a product of normality.
Man stands closest to Truth when he is most assured of his eternal destiny.
When he contemplates things in this disinterested way
he finds death ludicrous and absurd.
How can we not suppose that in such moments he sees most clearly?
Without belief in a beyond,
There can be no thresholds…
…No mere forest this, but a jungle!
Foolish to venture in alone.
One would be eaten alive.
Far safer to mount an expedition.
An advertisement should suffice…
‘Only the bravest adventurers need apply.’
What, no takers?
In which case, alone, it’ll have to be,
It’s as well you’re the curious sort….
No rock – no base
But just an all-consuming-Hell
Or – empty space.
This special grace – this Earth
Where every grain of sand
Its special stamp
Its necessary place.
No vacuous hole
But threshold for the eyes,
The pathway to the Soul.