Incarnationalism

Oh the joys of contemplative prayer.  Oh the touch of Reality.

Oh the blindness.

The mind insists it cannot see the future.

The mind insists it cannot know what to do.

The mind feels itself encased in corporeal form.

Inputs from that corporeal form, transitory and illusory, dominate the conscious experience.

Rhythms flow and colors unseen fill the mind.

Forms are almost felt,

curving surfaces,

time and space given texture.

Yet still no answers.

Still no certainty….

except of the Christos and the Christmas embodiment of that Christos.

The miracle of Life, organic and corporeal, this expression that provides embodiment to consciousness,

what can it be?

Why can we not comprehend even what we are?

Do we choose our blindness?

But there is Light in the darkness.

There is something passing,

something touching,

something loving.

So little done,

but can anything physical be significant?

Of course, of course,

but can any action proceed without being preceded by prayer and communion?

Questions,

the questions blocking the answers,

are the answers right there? 

Are we blinded, knowing there are answers,

knowing there is more,

but not knowing how to explore it?

Here, in the moment,

all must begin from this moment,

all will build from this moment.

The question is not what to do,

but how to be. 

In the being, in the awareness of being,

there is the answer when questions must no longer be asked.

Distant from the others,

distinct from the norm,

that is the opportunity,

that is the promise.

No future has been seen up to this point,

no vision has revealed,

for the visions are of the world,

the visions are of the corporeal,

and real understanding,

real prophecy,

arises not of the corporeal world.

Take not the blinding curtain of the physical.

It is no longer needed.

There is no future to see beyond it.

It is thin and flimsy,

this gauzy veil of the world.

Penetrate it, proceed past it,

taking note of the Light that begins to appear,

begins to shine through the unravelling threads of the dissipating corporeal.

Incarnationalism indeed,

when Spirit is not confined by the body,

but expressed through the body.

Sensations can reveal the illusion of the physical,

or sensations can sense that beyond the physical.

No matter the confusion,

for it is confusion about the tangled twists of smoke.

Fret not about untying the knot

when the knot is only made of smoke.

Feel the peace.  There is peace.

Welcoming, inviting, assuring, embracing…..

Take note, take note,

of the glimpses revealed through the tears in the veil.

Take note, take note,

of your inviolate essence,

not constrained in a body, but expressed through the body.