A week ago, I was listening to a video seminar featuring Ken Wilber, at the end of Ken’s discussion on Individual and Social Holarchies he read an excerpt from a book he had written. I was so overjoyed upon hearing it I burst into tears. It was as if I had written the words he had cast onto the page. It was absolutely perfect. We are absolutely perfect. I transcribed the audio into text. This is what We wrote:
“As Plotinus knew: Let the world be quiet. Let the heavens and the earth and the seas be still. Let the world be waiting. Let the self contraction relax into the empty ground of its own awareness, and let it there quietly die. See how spirit pours through each and every opening in turmoil, and bestows new splendor on the setting sun and its glorious earth and all its radiant inhabitants. See the Kosmos dance in emptiness; see the play of light in all creatures great and small; see finite worlds sing and rejoice in the play of the very divine, floating on a glory that renders each transparent, flooded by a joy that refuses time or terror, that undoes the madness of the loveless self and buries it in splendor.
Indeed, indeed: let the self contraction relax into the empty ground of its own awareness, and let it there quietly die. See the Kosmos arise in its place, dancing madly and divine, self luminous and self liberating, intoxicated by a light than never dawns nor ceases. See the worlds arise and fall, never caught in time or turmoil, transparent images shimmering in the radiant abyss. Watch the mountain walk on water, drink the pacific in single gulp, blink and a billion universes rise and fall, breathe out and create a Kosmos, breathe in and watch it dissolve.
Let the ecstasy overflow and outshine the loveless self, driven mad with the torments of its self embracing ways, hugging mightily samsara’s spokes of endless agony, and sing instead triumphantly with Saint Catherine, “my being is god, not by simple participation, but by a true transformation of my being. My me is god!” And let the joy sing with Dame Julian, “See! I am god! See! I am in all things! See! I do all things!” And let the joy shout with Hankuin, “This very body is the body of buddha! And this very land the pure land!”
And this earth becomes a blessed being, and every I becomes a god, and every we becomes god’s sincerest worship, and every it becomes god’s most gracious temple.
And comes to rest that godless search, tormented and tormenting. The knot in the heart of the Kosmos relaxes to allow its only god, and overflows the spirit ravished and enraptured by the lost and found Beloved. And found the godless destiny of death and done the tears and terror of the brutal days and endless nights where time alone would rule.
And I- I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today. And the shining says: to love it all, and love it madly, and always endlessly, and ever fiercely, to love without choice, and thus enter the all, to love it mindlessly and thus be the all, embracing the only and radiant divine: now was emptiness, now as form, together and forever, the godless search undone, and love alone will shine today.”