‘How do you meditate today dearest Brother?’ as if this was a Question, and asking this could be called to be asking. ‘Friend! They proceed steadily and singularly in the right direction!’ retorts the Spirit of Sapient Earnest. Jollity a constant gardener upon that knoll, that undulates and dips in and gives away to the expanse of the greenest and the most cherished whole a sort of credence. Lit by a thousand suns, seeming to be a thousand by the prophetic etchings of the runes of the clouds that rise and pass, fall and glide in sets of cadences and declensions, uplifted by the breeze, which appear as if in turn uplifted by the innocent chansons of the little speckled birds, their dimpled bodies, the very divined basis of the construction of the clouds. The smallest and most germane, moving, moving, moving – the beacons of the vast. Posterities upon posterities, as if all clouds moved through the crenellations of the firmaments, by the whisks of a merrywinkle chirp. Moving! Moving! Moving . . . ( ! ) – the numerous, though only one. Where the word ‘Only’ is of such profound magnitude, that the clouds give in underneath its sheer reticence. Its grace, decorum, vigil, and serenity. These are constituted and reconstituted in allegories of what remains ultimately the fragrance of the feeling of the chirp and coo of the dimpled bird. Who created the Sun’s enterprise in its own image. Through the natural consequences of love. Mindless. For when was last that you would not have Seen, that truly, God is a Gadfly, and the One Sun, the Many Clouds, the voices, and the seasons and the reasons, the basis and the abjurations, the pace of feelings, and feelings of pace – these but all proceeding steadily and singularly in the right direction. That is the thing. That is how you meditate today dearest Brother. Wouldn’t you Know? For I Say to you, having foregone all ‘right directions’, I say, that mine proceed in the worshipful right conscience, in cadence with the chansons of the cooing ones, in cadence with the clouds, and the earthen joys, in cadence with that jollity, and should the feeble snake of intellect smite this down – this feeling – then the woe is mine to love, and love to shape the owe, into the feeble snake’s image of strength. In that part of being, where the will is retracted, folded back, and relieved – to do forth the ways of the feelings, there is me, for that is how I meditate today dearest Brother. Wouldn’t you Know? I would have you Know, that it is now perhaps preparation for tymes, when it appears that the contemporary stems of thoughts go in such ways, that it’d be a calumny, an error, a lack of forbearance. To direct anything at all. It is that feeling again, that sings below. It is a true feeling, and the only feeling. The question what is true courage. What is true devotion. This is often answered when there is no answer. When there is no answer because, if the one answer or more that i feel to have are given, they will be ultimately my own, tracing their subcutaneous origins underneath the fingernail anointed by the play with dirt. A few thimbles of consolation to the error that is the ‘right direction’. That is the thing. The forbidden ownness of answers. And the answer that simply Is. They are two different sorts altogether. For that is how I meditate today dearest Brother. Wouldn’t you Know? I would have you Know : For to own the answer, is to defer the question. If the question is, ‘how man is best evolved?’ – ‘how is he best understood by himself’. the answer is, as ever, ‘let he as wish to understand this be guided by his own signs’. While dearest brother it is still a deep mystery to me why i got this way. this eager, helping way, i go deeper within myself to realize, that it is merely the soul of a jilted magnitude of the expression of love, that was born as music, the literatures, the tasks of creation, designing and cooing and forming tasks as the world would not have us Be, – those things. That is the exactness of it. It grew out some other way, it grew newfangled and more, because of an inter-intricacy of appeals gone unheard, – and this appeal resonant in so many, thus, changing the very direction of being. “why do others suffer?” ” why do they not know?” – “why do they not feel?” — all those qualities i was born with were one by one reimagined in service to those questions. As it felt back then, somewhat in err, to just go along and create. Just go along, and be ‘that’ for the sake of ‘It’. Just go along without much interruption, and send not a glance upon the thick pithy of those woes. To just go along, and along, and along – and away from the rivers, tributaries, oceans, lakes, and ponds of those woes. It felt like that at least. Back then, it felt like that. I don’t know why, really. The dimpled bird that cooes probably knows that it doesn’t know and that it doesn’t know that it doesn’t know. It’s a bit like that. What is the thousand seeming suns, reversed, by a thousand seeming ponders that cast such titanic shadows with their bodies of distraction. To move away, what has moved in. it is then, that love ceased to be the innocence of Is, and for me, began to be a religion. Some would call it a crusade. But dearest brother, why give it such names, – does it make less beautiful the soul of the same? For that is how I meditate today dearest Brother. Wouldn’t you Know? I will have you Know that i now aspire to Know my humility as well as my life. every moment, reflection, element, and prism. then only can i act any further. till then, all action is postponed. All inclinations are subsumed. All proclivities pardoned. Compassion that was so crimson, made cooler in flame, by a little condoning. i shall operate like all others. simply. Simply, i shall not extend the animus of spiritual will nor its invectives, till i wholly understand every choice i have ever made, and why. till i reconcile every how, and reclaim the virginity of every when. To you dearest Brother, the profits, and the good price, tendered of the Same.
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Alexander K. Rai, MSMA is a Unitarian Mystic and Entrepreneur who believes in the Possibility of a Peace built on the foundation of the human heart, and preserved through unconniving felicitie of ethical virtues and practises. In Co-Creation and Enterprise this is together brought about by those that dare to move with Candor and Principle, with a Love of Truth in their hearts.
