Heaven Before Birth

Heaven is not a place
or a space,
but a time:

A time transparent,
its light spread in colors
by our lithurgy
of lies.

Each of us perceives
a limited shadow—
Until the eye awakens
and the scene is seen
as thee.

Heaven is a destiny,
a purpose,
not a surprise.

We begin there,
We end there,
and in between,
We rest:

A purgatorial pause
in a pit of pestilence.

Heaven is eternity—
time a dream
and temporary tour.

A home forgotten
is remembered
when in silence
we roam
beneath the ripples
as the surface
and the depths,
and the water

is a motion
of molecules:

Concentric circles
in a sea
spread destiny
a sacred subject,
becoming creation’s own
amidst a supple urge
of cosmic energy.

The course is curved
and entirely
the mind a memory
of straightness
lost so long ago.

The cause of suffering is
forsaking suchness,
believing birth to be
a cursed corpse
and death its hearse.

Heaven is home
awaiting all of us
for a celebration
of quartz tears,
each falling
and ticking the terrors
of time upon the carved lens
of the watchers
of history.

Demons are fallen angels,
time the temptation
of God.

The sun and the cave wall,
like child in mother’s arms,
arise from and are protected by
a single parent,

See the
cause of
the reason for

Heaven and hell,
eternity and time,
are becoming
more blessed
by the minute.

Time ends in eternity,
its purpose found in
futures forgotten.

The past birth
of flesh
is forged by
the furture
of death.

Dying is
love the freedom
urging you
to best it.

Physical and Spiritual Energy

Energy. The science of thermodynamics defines it as the ability of a physical system to do work. But in the case of a human being, how does this work relate to the conscious experience of the person performing it? That is, what is the relationship between physical and spiritual energy?

We might start trying to answer this question by comparing gravity and love. Gravity is the physical equivalent of love, giving matter an attraction to itself. Love is often said to be fallen into, much like apples fall from trees. But what is it about the love shared by humans that makes it discriminatory, whereas matter always falls at first sight? Why do people love selectively?

It may seem that this added element of choice and freedom is what distinguishes physical from spiritual energy…

But is love really a choice? Aren’t we, when transfixed by the eyes of another, drawn toward them out of necessity?

Love, like gravity, is the Law.

No one can transgress it without great harm, but such harm is also the engine of involution. Gravity has a counter-balancing force: call it flight. In spiritual terms, flight is the desire to form a face of one’s own, to rise above the melded masses of our ground and home to become a figure, free and known.

Love brings us together, while fear chases us apart. But faces formed by fear are known only when loved. Your own face is invisible until faced with another, when it glows with the warmth of recognition.

Physical energy is the fear that spiritual energy focuses into love, turning round its run away from home.