By Way of Introduction

This site contains reflections of my journey and ongoing experience. Although the experiences described may sound lofty and exalted, I dismiss the finality of notions such as “enlightenment” or “awakening”, for my Experience has shown that it's unwise at best, and delusional at worst, to ever plant a flag and declare the summit. While there have been profound, transmuting milestones along The Way, in my experience there is no finality to Endless Enlightening.

When I asked my Baba of our lineage, he paused thoughtfully, then replied, “Let's just say that our Lineage does not belong to a specific religion or philosophy, but is of the Essence in them all.”

From Hafez:

The great religions are ships,
Poets, the life boats.
Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

From Ibn Arabi:

I profess the religion of Love,
Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is the belief, the faith I keep.

From Farid ud-Din Attar:

I know nothing,
I understand nothing.
I am unaware of Myself.
I am in Love,
But with whom I do not know.

From Rumi:

I do not know who I am.
I am in astounded, lucid confusion.

From The Author:

I knew little of the walled villages,
Of religion, belief, faith, and philosophy,
And then experienced, one day,
What seemed, when considered after the fact,
A loss of consciousness,
The vanishing of Everything from Awareness,
Including myself as the one aware, and yet…

Awareness continued.

And the nature of that Awareness,
Pure and unsullied by space, time, and objects,
In which even I, the experiencer, had vanished,
Was so Ineffably Sublime that words did not exist,
To express its Ecstasy, its Rapture, its Perfection,
The Fulfillment of my Heart's Desire,
Fullness, Completion, Bliss, and…

Love.

And I found myself, thereafter,
Imbued always with the touch of that Heaven,
Felt as a Radiance in the Locus of my Heart,
Sometimes the ambient background of experience,
Sometimes flooding the foreground, acutely,
Ever available to the mind's Attention,
Ever available to the Heart's Remembrance…

A Wellspring of Grace.

I then entered the spiritual marketplace,
In search of someone, anyone, to explain the Mystery,
Wandering the rows of stalls, past the many sellers,
Each declaring the “Truth”, and decrying the others,
Until my eyes and ears could bear it no longer,
And my Heart, bruised, pleaded with me to leave,
The pedantry, the arguments, the profaning of Love…

And return to the Simple Experience.

The simple Experience, not yet debased by the mind,
Beyond knowledge and understanding,
Not poured into the mold of another's interpretation,
Not bound by prescription, proscription, and dogma,
Not requiring me to do this, or refrain from that,
Without cause, without condition, ever present,
A touch of Heaven ever Shining…

Grace, Unimaginable.

And in time, that Presence in my Heart,
Like a Wellspring of Transmutation, within,
Diminished the terrible pain of my self,
Leaving intact all that I had taken my self to be,
But stealing from my experience, the felt sense of “me”,
That very felt sense that had vanished that fateful day,
So long ago, in time, when time and all things Vanished…

And only The Mystery remained.

Now free of the need for knowledge,
I returned to the spiritual marketplace,
Moved now only by Curiosity, Wonder, and Love,
And found myself Dancing past the stalls,
Stealing this jewel from here, that jewel from there,
Until, my satchel full to overflowing,
I Blessed them all, and returned again…

To the Simple Experience.

I then found myself moved by Delight,
To declare in poetic verse,
“Ah… this Most Beautiful Presence,
This Shining Radiance within,
This Exquisite Rapture,
This Fulfillment of all desire,
The Divine Thief that has stolen ‘me’…

I will call it God,
I will call it Brahman,
I will call it The Beloved,
I will call it The Holy Spirit,
I will call it Emptiness,
I will call it The Inner Light,
I will call it The Unnameable…

I will call it Love.”

And then one day I was told,
To my surprise and amazement,
By some among the Friends I had made,
That the ember in their Hearts,
Ignited, to their Delight and Inspiration,
In moments of Relationship with me,
Shining ever more Brightly, over time…

Until they found themselves, in time,
Imbued always with the touch of that Heaven,
Felt as a Radiance in the Locus of their Heart,
Sometimes the ambient background of experience,
Sometimes flooding the foreground, acutely,
Ever available to their mind's Attention,
Ever available to their Heart's Remembrance.

I will call that… a reason to live.

And then one day these Friends were told,
To their surprise and amazement,
By some among the Friends they had made,
That the ember in their Hearts,
Ignited, to their Delight and Inspiration,
In moments of Relationship with them,
Shining ever more Brightly, over time…

Until they found themselves, in time,
Imbued always with the touch of that Heaven,
Felt as a Radiance in the Locus of their Heart,
Sometimes the ambient background of experience,
Sometimes flooding the foreground, acutely,
Ever available to their mind's Attention,
Ever available to their Heart's Remembrance?

I will call that… the Transmission of The Flame.

After all of this I found, in the course of my life,
No finality in the milestones come to along The Way,
No flag to be planted, no summit attained,
And that however Profound each milestone,
More should not be made of them,
Than should be made,
Each being merely a juncture arrived at…

On a Journey of…
Endless Enlightening.