In the beginning the heart full of mirth
Let go of the heaven and the earth
And the heart was without form and void and brightness was upon the face of the deep
The heart had awoken from its invisible sleep
And the heart fell still upon the face of the waters
And there was a new love like a dynasty of devoted daughters
Silence knew the inner light
And the heart saw the light and it was good
And the heart divided not the light from the darkness and brought light
Into the depths of the night
And the evening and the morning were the first day
And to draw pleasure from form cramped the heart
And formed it forever apart
And the heart saw it was not good
The silence opened and embraced the world in its Grace
And everything could find its time and its place
Which was here and now in the heart
And the earth was free to create,
To love and to hate
And the heart was free just to be
And to truly see
And the evening and the morning were the second day
And the formless appeared in the heart
And there was joy
For the heart had a new toy
Stable and bright
With which to develop its inner sight
And the heart saw that it was good
And the evening and the morning were the third day
And the heart made a body in that inner sight
To suffuse that body with true light
So that the heart may cool its age-long fire
So that the heart may find love beyond desire
Craving could cease
And the future could finally rest in peace
And the evening and the morning were the fourth day
And the heart could see all the way inside
And the past had nowhere to hide
From the love of new eyes
Or from the hearts of the wise
And the evening and the morning were the fifth day
And the breath so refined
Filtered the dust of the world
Until its innermost heart
Formed a vessel of formless glass
In which the suffering of creatures may arise and pass
Safe and without a sound
Distilled into meaning more and more profound
Until the seeing was crystal clear
And the crystal held so dear
That to see the suffering was to be free of that suffering and free of fear
And the evening and the morning were the sixth day
And the heart did rest in peace
And the peace was eternal release
And the evening and the morning were the seventh day.
The Beautiful Princess
The Princess was as good as she was beautiful,
As kind as she was dutiful
And yet there was a huge surprise
Waiting behind her bottomless eyes
“I am disgusted by this body,” said the Princess
“It’s a revolting, putrid, horrible mess.”
“And yet you shine so brightly,” said the Prince
Failing not to visibly wince
“That is why,” said the Princess, “the heart is free.
Free to be seen and to see.”
“What do you see, Oh Princess?” said the King-to-Be?
“I see a great palace
Wrapped in an even greater chalice
As high as the sky
I see clouds as white and sweet as finest wine
I see climbing to the heavens the strongest vine
Made of air
I see that it at its end
The galaxy will be Thine
There at the end of time"
“And shall I have your hand?”
“The hand is made of sand
It is already dead,”
“Then must I die too
To be with you?”
“You that was never born
Shall wear the heavens and be so worn
Like a vow forever sworn.”
“What must I do?”
“To see this skin,
So frail, so thin.
That is your task.”
“I can see only your lovely face
Full of grace
What again do you ask.”
“See too the light that shines
Through and beyond what form confines.”
Is really very thin,”
The Prince was enchanted
One day her wish would be granted
As surely as his blood was red
(And just as soon as he could get out of the Royal bed.)
And the Princess left the land of the real
With its little itchy feel
To tenderly care
In the open air
And the Prince would follow
When he could borrow the fare
And the time of the world passed yet all was well
For the life of the heart remained strictly parallel
Feelings are highly addictive in and of themselves. As practitioners we must be wary of this and be out to steady our minds in the face of feelings rather than reflexly indulge in pleasure or to try to get away from pain. Body awareness helps – awareness of movement and posture. The physicality of the body has a steadying, grounding effect on feeling.
When feelings are not noted consciously they will turn into moods. Pain or discomfort will make us grumpy. When a pleasant feeling ends we will unhappy. With mindfulness however we can take feeling as information or feedback, and try to act skilfully.
People who meditate to open up to their feelings over-sensitise and turn neurotic. They can also become confused as to which feelings are self-generated and which are a response to something or someone else. People can even imagine they are beginning to feel other people's feelings directly, as if feeling has become some kind of energy like electricity. This is all deluded. It is not possible to directly feel other people's feelings. This is not empathy. All feelings arise out of perception. Empathy comes from sharing the perception of another person, seeing something for a moment through their eyes. The most powerful feelings come from the most powerful perceptions.
And a truly open mind is like a question, not an answer.
I offer this for your reflection
It seems that the use of the drug DMT is on the rise amongst people seeking spiritual experiences just like LSD was in the 1960s and 70s. However, because of the way it acts on the nervous system new claims are being made with regards DMT as to the nature of the drug experience. It is claimed that DMT removes filters that normally exist to real phenomena, rather than fabricating an experience. There are several facts that seem to go against this view. Firstly you can have a good or bad trip on DMT just the same as on acid, in fact all kinds of things can be experienced by different individuals. Secondly there is no evidence to show that people tripping on DMT together in the same place ever see the same visions. (Perhaps it is the case that a lack of such objective reality in any such ‘spiritual’ experience is being assumed.) Thirdly a person’s perception of reality is altered by DMT, it is not just that new realms of experience are added.
So overall DMT seems to be a very similar drug to LSD only more powerful by all accounts.
Short term it may induce ‘high serotonin syndrome’, the symptoms of which are:
• Agitation or restlessness.
• Dilated pupils.
• Changes in blood pressure and/or temperature.
• Nausea and/or vomiting.
• Rapid heart rate.
There is little evidence available on long-term effects of DMT but these may be assumed to be similar to LSD and involve the exacerbation of any underlying mental illness, and deluding effects such as ‘depersonalisation’ or ‘denormalisation’.
I offer this for your reflection