The Physics of the Quest

I’ve come to believe that there exists in the universe something I call ‘The Physics of The Quest’ — a force of nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity or momentum. And the rule of Quest Physics maybe goes like this: ‘If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting (which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments) and set out on a truth-seeking journey (either externally or internally), and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared – most of all – to face (and forgive) some very difficult realities about yourself… then truth will not be withheld from you.’

Or so I’ve come to believe.

- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love

My Secret

Love is the only God that I’ll ever believe in.

The books of the holy bible never say but one time just exactly what God is, and in those three little words it pours out a hundred million college educations and says, God Is Love.

And that is the only real definite answer to ten thousand wild queries and questions that I my own self tossed at my bible. That is the only really sensible, easy, honest, warm, plain, quick and clear answer I found - when I was ready to throw so-called fearful cowardly thieving poisoning religion out my trash door, it was those three words that made not only religion, but also several other sorts of superstitious fears and hatreds in me meet one very quick death.

God is Love.
God is really love.

Love can be, and sure enough is, moving in all things, in all places, in all forms of life at the same snap of your finger.

Love is the powers of magnetic powers and repulsions that causes all shapes and forms of life to run to a hotspot and meet its mate.

Love makes this wonder then, in fifty thousand billions of uncounted trillions of life’s forms, shapes, patterns, in every step and in every stage of life; in the lives of the living cells, in the lives of the living bugs; the lives of the biting insects; the lives of the living reptiles, the lives of the living animals; and in the very life bloods of all the living forms of birds; and in the same plain ways all through the moves and the actions, the very thoughts, of every human being that travels here in plain view of our eyes.

Love moves them all. And in all of them love does move.

And wherever I look to see a wiggle or a waggle or a shape of humanly form, there I know is a thing not to be in any way hated, not in any matter despized [sic] nor even feared, nor shadowed around with insane cold suspicions; but to test forever and for all my days and for all my nights too, my powers of love, (I mean by that) my own powers to love.

Love casts out hate.
Love gets rid of all fears.
Love washes all clean.
Love forgives all debts.
Love forgets all mistakes.

Love overcomes all errors and excuses and pardons and understands the key reasons why the mistake, the error, the stumble, the sprawl, the fall, was made.

Love heals all.
Love operates faster and surer than space or time, or both.

Love does not command you, order you, dictate to you, nor even try to base your acts and your actions; love much rather asks for you to tell its forces what to do and where to go and how to build up your planet(s) here by the blueprint plans of your warmest heart desire.

Love can’t operate in your behalf as long as your own sickly fear will not permit love to operate in your behalf.

Love is universal.
Love governs the spin and the whirl of this earthly planet all around through your skies here;
Love moves and love balances every other planet star you see there above you by the uncounted blue jillions.
Love moves and balances fifty billion and more kinds of powers and rays and forces inside every little grain of sand. And love causes peace and harmony to whirl a new whole universe on the inside of every little atom.

Love catches up with space.
Love outruns time.
Love makes the big world little and the little world big.

Love makes all good seed fertile.
Love multiplies and love divides.

Love is in the triggery works of all mathematical numberings.

Love moves to drive the weather and all of the powers of your elements. I see above all how your minds and your storms and all of your clear sunny skies are not just big accidents.

Love allows no accident to happen.
Love lets no waster occur.
Love wastes no ounce of motion.

Love works all mysteries.
Love works all miracles; yet I call no working of love a miracle. (Nor a mystery).

Love labours only for the next good and welfare of the most people; for by doing the most good for the most people, love operates fastest.

Love balances, holds, and controls all the moves and acts of the sun; the sun must shine by the grace and permit and by the very permission of love itself.

Love fires and burns and boils around in every inch of the great fiery belly and great fiery face of the sun, but, love also does the same job for several other millions of great suns Greater in size and power than yonder's daily new morning sun.

Love is all force.
Love is all power.
Love is all energy.
Love is all strength.
Love is all health.
Love is all beauty.
Love is all good work well done.
Love is all fun.
Love is all pleasure, all joys known.
Love is all eternity.
Love is here now.
Love is the thinker of every good thought.
Love is all there be.
Love is all space. There be no space that is empty of love.
Love ties all things together.
Love makes all things one thing.
Love lends all. Love takes all.

Love flows over with more love lights than all of the great splashes of all our great sunshiney waterfalls. Love kisses above and down below your waterfalls.

Love makes all your good & bad laws and love takes up your own sickly laws and breaks them into sand grains just for the laffs and for the kicks.

Love is always glad to make you gladder.
Love feels sad when it makes you sadder.
Love works best when you give it a big job of work to do.
Love loves you most when you love love the most.
Love sees you best when you see love the best.
Love finds you when you find love. Love finds you where you find love.
Love meets you where you meet love.
Love gives to you what you give to love.
Love loves most of all to work for you.

Love loves most of all to build up or to tear down as you desire and as you command.

I say to you, take up your post and your command of love.
I say to you, take up your very own gift and talent.
I say to you, take up your power of command.
I say to you (and to all of you and yours), take up your word, take word of your command.
I say to you, this power to command the absolutely neutral powers of love, this command is your very own birthright; no piece nor coin, no pile of gold, no penny paid, no dollar mailed, no stamp licked; no priest asked, no minister called-unless you so desire it and so command things to be thusly and solely (for the well and goodful use of most of us).

Command love to work with you and for you.

Command love to operate in you and through you to heal, to help, to lift, to bless, to cleanse and to spread the good word and the good news that the day of human hate and fear and dark lostness is all over and all gone and a day of new bright command at your hand;
For your own sense of your own commandery will grow only as you pass the great command (word) onto all of your dear dearly beloveds in humanly shapes of misery, till your commands sets them freed into their own commandery

To love is to shape, to plan, to order and to command.
To know how to love fully you must learn how to command fully.

No human is full grown till the love tells him to command all. Fear before none. Quiver before nothing. Kneel at no spot. Beg no cure. Be a slave to none and master to none.
Command the skies.
Command the planets.
Command the starlights.
Command the very heavens.
Command love to move and to act for you and your sweet mate-and for all the other such love praise like you and your mate and your children.

Command your plan (in love) to come to pass.

The resolution in my union hall is a command passed on in love for the best welfare of the union members.

You have to learn to love even your most deadly bitter enemy if you'd really hit the most high peak trail of your own powers as a love commander. You must bring death to none and life to all or you'll just never quite tip the high top as a love commander.

 

Your love command must forever be just exactly the direct opposite of war's crazy baseless hatreds. Peace. Peace. And sweet sweet peace must be the song of thy tongue tip. Peace is love. Love is peace. Your love command must for all eternity and be your peace command.

One true love commander can turn the universes of hate into heavenroads and byways of love, love, love.

Sweet love.
Sweet love.
Sweet love.

 

 

 

- Woody Guthrie

No Coward Soul is Mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life-that in me has rest,
As I - undying Life - have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou were left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou - thou art Being and Breath,
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

Emily Bronte

Skinning Your Knees on God

Little by little,
You will turn into stars.

Even then, my dear,
You will only be
A crawling infant,
Still skinning your knees on God.

Little by little,
You will turn into
The whole sweet, amorous Universe
In heat
On a wild spring night,

And become so free
In a wonderful, secret
And pure Love
That flows
From a conscious,
One-pointed,
Infinite need for Light.

Even then, my dear,
The Beloved will have fulfilled
Just a fraction,
Just a fraction!
Of a promise
He wrote upon your heart.

When your soul begins
To Ever bloom and laugh
And spin in Eternal Ecstasy -

O little by little,
You will turn into God.

Hafiz

The Great Secret

God was full of Wine last night,
So full of Wine

That He let a great secret slip,

He said:

There is no man on this earth
Who needs a pardon from Me -

For there is really no such thing,
No such thing
As Sin!

The Beloved has gone completely Wild -
He has poured Himself into me!

I am Blissful and Drunk and Overflowing.

Dear world,
Draw life from my Sweet Body.

Dear wayfaring souls,
Come drink your fill of liquid rubies,
For God has made my heart
An Eternal Fountain!

Hafiz

My Brilliant Image

One day the sun admitted,

I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence

That has cast my brilliant image!

I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,

The Astonishing Light

Of your own Being!

Hafiz

Manic Screaming

We should make all spiritual talk
Simple today:

God is trying to sell you something,
But you don't want to buy.

That is what your suffering is:

Your fantastic haggling,
Your manic screaming over the price!

Hafiz

Of Houses

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Of Talking

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Of Teaching

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.

If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

When my friend is away

When my friend is away from me, I am depressed;
nothing in the daylight delights me,
sleep at night gives no rest;
who can I tell about this?

The night is dark, and long... hours go by...
because I am alone, I sit up suddenly,
fear goes through me...

Kabir says: Listen, my friend,
there is one thing in the world that satisfies,
and that is a meeting with the Guest.

Kabir

There is nothing but water

There is nothing but water in the holy pools.
I know, I have been swimming in them.
All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can't say a word.
I know, I have been crying out to them.
The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words.
I looked through their covers one day sideways.
What Kabir talks of is only what he has lived through.
If you have not lived through something, it is not true.

Kabir

On the way to God

On the way to God the difficulties
feel like being ground by a millstone,
like night coming at noon, like
lightning through the clouds.

But don't worry!
What must come, comes.
Face everything with love,
as your mind dissolves in God.

Lal Ded / Lalleshwari