Two heart-healing poems from Chuck Surface.
First, the paradox of our wideawakeness: How can it be that we are not this or that but thisthat? How can it be that we are simultaneously wave and particle? How can we reconcile apparent dualism with the unsplitable reality of our experience? As it turns out, this endeavour on the part of the insatiable thinker is less paradoxical than it would have us believe.
Like, can there be more than one meaning to ONE?
And then, a little hymn to the Beloved.
cream, two sugars, please
Within… Fullness, Completion, and Bliss,
Without… She prefers milk chocolate to dark.
Within… nothing can be added, nothing taken away,
Without… everything comes to Her, and goes.
Within… Unmoving, Ineffable Sublimity,
Without… She experiences ever changing manifestation.
Within… joy and sorrow have never been,
Without… She Shines, even in the midst of tears.
Within… time and space have never existed,
Without… She is born, grows old, and dies.
Within… within and without never were,
Without… within and without ever are.
Within… no preferences, propensities, proclivities,
Without… cream, two sugars, please.
Within… The Sun Shines,
Without… All is Illumined.
There’s no intimacy in talking “about” The Beloved,
Moving away from Her into words and concepts,
As if She is not Present.
She exists in the Quiet Stillness of our Heart,
When Attention returns from outward wandering,
And falls into Her awaiting arms.
How Inexpressibly Beautiful.
Some have turned Her into a science,
And argue Her existence, lawyerly.
They know nothing of Her.
She cannot be “proven” through argument,
Or anyone “convinced” of Her reality,
Short of direct Experience.
Only Longing entices the Beloved,
From Her Secret Garden…
In the Cave of your Heart.
How Ineffably… Sublime.
Chuck’s poetry website is In the Garden of the Beloved – a place to rest, and be both soothed and intoxicated.
Richard Diebenkorn, Coffee, 1959; oil on canvas, 57 1/2 in. x 52 1/4 in.
[Did you notice the bindi?]
Collection: San Francisco Museum of Modern Art