Today I have two short verses for you, both of which I have enjoyed very much over recent days. They have nothing in common, other than the fact that they are both in my awareness right now, and both have touched me, though in different ways.
I found the first at the bottom of an email from my friend Rich (ex-monk, dedicated yogi, and wise being). He has put this verse underneath his signature. Every time I read it I feel a thrill of recognition, delight, and inspiration:
All is change in the world of the senses,
But changeless is the Supreme Love,
Meditate on this, be absorbed in this
Wake up from this dream of separateness.
Oh my gosh, that’s so good and beautiful, don’t you think? The words cause my heart to swell, because they express my deepest desire and the fundamental effort that I’ve dedicated my life to these past many years.
This second verse is completely different. Somebody sent it to me the other day, and ever since it’s been floating around in my mind in a friendly way. The poem comes from the collection of Emily Dickenson:
To make a prairie
It takes a clover and a bee.
And one bee
The Reverie alone will do
If bees are few.
The Reverie….. Ah…. Yes. I suppose it could be said that these verses express the same sentiment as the verses above, only in a very different way. I just saw that. The Reverie, perhaps, is a letting go into the Supreme Love.
It’s such a beautiful world that we live in, isn’t it? The most beautiful thing in our world, it seems to me, is that we may wake up from the dream of our separateness, relax into Reverie, and experience ourselves as the Supreme Love…
Be well, friends.