Eurydice to Orpheus

Come ye to Hades by the dark of night,
My hearts’ door is open, my candle burns bright,

Forget not your lyre or story to sing,
A fable of fire and promise you bring,

When I returned not, they say that you failed,
I would have the truth known, but it must be veiled.

Since we first learned Egypt’s histories,
It has been the way of all Mysteries,

Truth for those with ears to hear,
Beauty for eyes that see without fear

Far from over, our story’s not done,
We live on in legend, united as one.

-- Botticellired

Illustration: Orpheus Leading Eurydice out of Hades by Corot

Night

Night falls upon Night,

the dying embers

crumbling into ash.

Alone we sit amidst the darkling wood

Watching infinity unfold in nameless forms and circumstance.

Wordlessly it cries and stealthily sneaks in upon the sleeper:

Bathed in cool white light is pleasure primeval, uncluttered and uncluttering.

Whence comes the Sun.

From out this myriad group of cosmic wanderers one is chosen:

The Elect to warm our Night-cooled souls.

But within that day doubt that the Night had been,

and would be,

are products of the light

in our eyes blinding.

Frightened, lights are built and walls to shut out the night.

Deny, denials compounded, confounded we wander.

Waiting for that Night we yearn for and detest.

Ages piled upon ages will see the last of walls crumble into embers.

Dusking clouds float over a lonely band

gathered 'round those glowing embers, falling into ash.

Night enfolds once again her charges;

one by one her starry mantle reveals the Life so long despised and sought.

Eternity awaiting, beckons with a loving hand.

Night, decried as black

- without which no true Day is possible -

is fallen,

white with softest snowy banks

where the feast begins.

-- Benefactor Taciturnus

Images: top: Lone tree in the New Forest. Taken at sunset, between Stoney Cross and Fritham. (c) 2009 R J Higginson used under license.

bottom: Center of the Milky Way Galaxy (c) 2008 Organisation for Astronomical Research in the Southern Hemisphere Stefan Gillessen, Reinhard Genzel, Frank Eisenhauer. Used under license.

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THE DANCE

Life’s a joyous dance of flow:
Some stepping fast, some gliding slow
Some move alone, others make it a show.
But the one true beat, an internal call,
Aligns us with Source – the Eternal All.

With beats and tempos various
The pace of some is hilarious
While those who risk all live precarious.
It’s all experience; dance as you choose!
Don’t sit this one out for it’s you who will lose.

Dance and life both balance need
Which once we’ve learned we may accede
From doubt and fear we’re truly freed
To thus allow our hearts to glide
Around the floor in perfect stride.

But caution self to not allow
In puppet-style to take your bow,
If others have led you, not the sweat of your brow.
Choose wisely your dance and make it your own
Or into confusion you’ll be thrown.

Most folks look outside self for a thrill
To know their own heart they lack the will.
So this dance or that will fill the bill
Till tired and empty they curtsey and leave,
Their flowers have faded, in truth they grieve.

For the mission is not about self-indulgence
But the dancing soul in glowing effulgence
Swirls round and round the expanding conscience.
When we dance in true rhythm with the Divine
Love waltzes into your heart or mine.

Life is motion – never static.
Yes, things may sometimes seem erratic
But this I know and I’m emphatic:
God sets the Laws – there is no chance.
One day we’ll choose to conform to the Divine Dance.

So the dance of life forever goes
In upward spiral, but heaven knows
How many dance shoes will cover your toes,
Till the one true beat, an internal call,
Makes us partners with Source – the Eternal All.

Image above: Whirling Dervishes or Darveshes, Rumi Fest 2007. Photo (c) 2007 by diaz.

DISCOVERY

I don’t believe that chaos reigns
Mid bits of quirk and quark
That law is dashed and order feigns
To conquer all that’s dark.

In the quest for what and who

Each answer found brings the awe
Of simplicity to mystify
While exposing the next layer raw.

The mystic and the scientist
Should regard themselves as friends.
Both seek truth, but with this twist:
They start at opposite ends.

The latter studies earth, sea and sky
And all that the world does hold;
The former employs an inner eye
For self-knowing and God to unfold.

In the unseen world of the sub-atom
You get probability.
Particle or Wave? One you must fathom,
Concurrence never will you see.

Newton’s physics still holds sway
With things that we can see,
But the Quantum world told of today
Denies objectivity.

The ‘thought’ of how a test will end
Affects what comes about.
Are thoughts the very things we send
To help creation out?

Gods we are in limited sense
If thought makes us like Thee.
But things at root are ‘cosmic rays’
Of vibratory energy.

All things have motion, never still,
Unable to be destroyed.
There’s push and pull with magnetic will
But naught will create a void.

Matter to be life does need
As an engine needs – a spark.
The bi-force of Nous does succeed;
Divine Mind allows life to embark.

Life on earth is endless change
As Empedocles did conclude.
So science now must rearrange
Its opinion of God misconstrued.

Thus Albert and our ancient sage
Saw order neat and nice
Deducing in their separate age
“That God does not play dice!”

Though there may be parallel planes
With theories of ‘brane’ or string,
As our truth-seeking friends make further gains
Some day in one chorus they’ll sing.

Since nothing’s new under the sun
On the path for reason and rhyme
Like Eliot’s circle where all is One
We’ll know it for the very first time.



Phoenix Rose
January 1, 2009

A Mystery

Akhenaten, Nefertiti and Family Praising the Aten, 18th Dynasty Egypt
(14th century BCE)

When the one God exhales, we inhale Life
Which vibrates within thee and me.
Ubiquitous air is God’s gift free of strife,
A grace for all humanity.

If each soul on earth is a child of God
Which resides in a temple of flesh
Then we’re siblings all as this earth we trod
So why can’t we start afresh?

Why do we try to outdo each other
To gain a false upper hand?
Why not live as sister and brother
And in Peace abide in each land?

If what is Below should reflect what’s Above
We’d better get busy right now
To bring about that perfect Love
But it seems a mystery just how.

Our egos balk at giving up power,
At service to others we oft feign.
We’d rather not come from our ivory tower
Nor relinquish material gain.

We’ve worked too hard to achieve our place
Than to share with others our due.
Ah, but when in the mirror our conscience we face
We eventually see ourselves true.

That image is but a shadow of self
If what’s Above is real.
It’s time to put egos upon the shelf
And to our hearts appeal.

For the breath divine which ties us all
And animates all our cells
Urges, if we but hear the call,
Be a soldier of my Love, it tells.

Knight with Rose
Château D'Omonville, AMORC

Monument Eternal

Where now roll billowed seas of sand
The cities of the world once stood,
Fair jewels of a fertile land,
With golden field and shady wood

There mystic guardians of the Nile
Who dream of kingdoms passed away,
Shall slumber yet a little while
To crumble low in swift decay.

And in some far age, vague to see,
The world may know of us no more;
Here, dusty desert waste may be
Where banks of roses bloomed before.

Gone pomp of power and gleam of gems
Torn from deep caverns’ grasp of steel,
Gone all our treasured diadems;
Their worthlessness the years reveal.

Through monuments to kings of old,
Reared to the skies by servile hand,
May sink and rest neath dank and mold,
Enduring still His Word shall stand.