The Village Gate


The author apologizes for using words;
For speaking dualistically one moment,
And absolutely the next;
For taking the transcendent view breathing in;
And the immanent view breathing out.


The author apologizes for using words;
For speaking dualistically one moment,
And absolutely the next;
For taking the transcendent view breathing in;
And the immanent view breathing out.

The mind is uneasy in confusion,
But the Heart reads chaos as poetry.

The mind lives within the walled village,
Of knowledge and ordered reason.
The Heart wanders far from “civilization”,
In the Wilderness of the Great Mystery.

Reasoning can bring one to the village gates,
But only the Heart will open them,
And push one out, out…
Into the Unknowable, the Inexpressible.

There, a mind not yet ready, shudders,
And quickly builds a new village.
But a mind Blessed by Grace stands naked,
Illumined by its own dissolution.

There, an unfortunate heart succumbs to fear,
And falls down quaking,
But a Heart Blessed by Grace surrenders,
To Unbearable Wonder.

Longing is Grace,
Love is Grace,
Beauty is Grace,
Richness of Heart is Grace.

Push open the village gate.

Until, upon a path grown pathless,
Heart and Mind, Heaven and Earth,
Vanish like a mist,
Into and as,
….