Light on the Page

When light grows most intense and reflects on water, say a river or a stream, you may have the feeling that the water has no other being except that of light. Similarly, my life – my heart or soul – may find a new direction when its wholeness receives the outpouring of a greater heart. Then love begins to write in its own name, a universal language, and no sight or sound, however small, will escape it. And what I create, below, will have the same imprint as what comes from the very source of life, above.

There are different hearts, in truth. The real one is like a beating sun, and the fiercest fires rise from it, though it continues its habit of beating. And these flames are met by others, which dart down from the heart I loved first, before I knew any other. They touch and meet. To speak the language that any other man or woman can understand, no matter where they come from, may become a possibility then. Words arise which will never be used without love, which will never cheat. I may tell you my heart then, and everything that moves in it. And you will see that its beat was never made for repeating.

Found

The lightest water is pure reflection - 

it has no being except its higher part.

And my life reaches its own direction

when its wholeness receives a greater heart.

Then love begins to write in its own name

and not to lose a single sight or sound,

so what I make below will be the same

as that in which the source of life is found.

Beat

Only the fiercest fires burn from the heart,

though it continues its habit of beating.

And the flames are touched by others which dart

from the heart I loved first, slowly meeting.

Let them stay in my mind and bring me words

never used without love, never cheating.

May I tell you my heart, its moving herds,

and its beat, never made for repeating.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

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Love itself appears in the here and now, a living light. Between the layers of time, as if returning from a distant fight or a high mountain, love appears. It takes its place within, like a second self, where there had been a hollow space before. And what has never been at last can be, a place where love will stay for ever more.

Love made me, and love was made for me. My eyes were made by light, to see light. My voice was made by words, to speak the words I need to tell. And likewise love, which saw and heard itself at the beginning of all things, finds a true home in me, in order to give me back to eternity.

And when the human being finds wholeness, he adds glory to the work of God that he is, just as a sunset will add glory to the sky. Yet nothing is complete till he flies to the heart of the creation that is his. As a totality he was conceived in the holy fire which remembers why it called him into being. When he receives his higher nature he’ll fill the sacred world with his seeing.

For Ever More (for H.)

You’re here and now for me, a living light,

I see you there between the layers of time

returning to me from a distant fight,

a mountain long ago you had to climb.

You’re with me now, a second self in me,

where there had been a hollow space before,

and what has never been at last can be,

a place where love will stay for ever more.

Shell

By love I’m made, and love is made for me –

a gift of God it fills my empty shell.

My eyes were made by light, the light to see,

my voice by words, to find the words to tell.

And so I welcome love into my heart

to give me back to that eternity

which saw and heard itself right at the start

and found a shell to house what it should be.

Seeing

The whole man, like a sunset to the sky,

adds glory to the work of God he is.

But nothing is completed till he fly

to the heart of the creation that is his.

The holy fire in which he was conceived

remembers why it called him into being,

and when his higher nature is received

he’ll fill the sacred world with his seeing.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

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There are births and there are births. The new self, the higher, deeper, other child within us, will emerge through time. We will be born again. What is less familiar in this idea is that we bear the inner being for each other, and carry it to term. The reborn man in me will reach his prime because you hold the knowledge of his worth within you, like a mother. And love comes down around us like a cloak, which drifts its silk across our folding arms. Under that cloak the new lives are formed which will bring heaven down to earth. Love’s exquisite touch and perfect charms ensure that this will happen.

The new-born baby is like a puzzle born in time. It’s as if the eternal has sold it to the earth so that it may bring back all the gold it’s able to find there. The gold of experience. Life is spent unearthing what selfhood can discover about its purpose, as if searching for its hidden rhyme. Gradually it becomes a story dipped in meaning, which can then be told. The deeper self, the inner being, is born again through grace. It is itself the rhyme and the answer to the riddle. In time it will redeem what was auctioned and spin the earth itself in gold, the truth to tell.

Charms

Each one of us is the child of time,

and we bear it to term for each other.

The reborn man in me will reach his prime,

your knowledge of his worth is the mother.

And love comes down around us like a cloak,

which drifts its silk across our folding arms.

While time gestates within us, new lives soak

in love’s exquisite touch and perfect charms.

Spin

The baby is a puzzle born in time

and sold by the eternal for earth’s gold.

A life is spent unearthing selfhood’s rhyme,

a story dipped in meaning and then told.

The deeper self is born again through grace,

and is the answered riddle, rhyming well.

In time he will redeem the auctioned place,

and spin the earth in gold, the truth to tell.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

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My own small heart dwells within the great heart of the cosmos. There I find my life, my being, the reason for my existence. And yet the great cosmos lies hidden in my own heart too, waiting for its chance of discovery. In a sense, it can only live and find its wings if I allow it. This very fact is contained within me like a secret which the mind itself is barely able to comprehend. The inner being is the one who resides, like the genie in the lamp, neither waiting nor expecting but set out in the dark for a time when, at love’s insistence, I will approach.

There’s a promise of forever living in this, as hidden as the inner being itself, but offering a vastness and a shape of light which is, again, brighter than the small mind can anticipate. Love asks the genie for its wishes, has the power to detain it, if it so wills, or, finally, to set it free. The pure, small light of love marries the eternal flame in the heart which is able to hold them.

Therefore I approach the inner being as a poor man and not a prince. Yet when I have command of the lamp’s genius I can turn its light towards the gentle face of my life – my heart and soul – where the vision of  my worthiness will appear. But I cannot keep the garb of a prince because, with my third wish, I must give the genie his freedom. The spirit, the inner being, will then have the freedom of the land that is his own. The fact that he made me a prince remains like a dream for my heart and soul, which will, I hope, continue to love me even in poverty, because they have seen and recognized my true worth.

Greatness

The little heart is deep within the great,

but which one holds the other? My small heart

curls up in the care of the greater one,

yet It can only beat within my own.

Almost no mind can understand this fact,

except the one whose polished genius hides

within the lamp we set out in the dark,

when love adds greatness to the little heart.

Forever

There’s a forever living in the heart,

as concealed as the spirit in the lamp,

but with the vastness and shape of a light,

brighter than the small mind can comprehend.

And love alone can ask its three wishes,

command its detention and set it free.

Its pure small light and its eternal flame

are married in the heart which contains them.

Worth

You might see the poor man and not the prince

till he has command of the lamp’s genius

and turns its light towards your gentle face

where the vision of worthiness appears.

So let me be yours still when I am poor,

when I’ve given the genie his freedom,

and the prince he made me becomes a dream

in the eyes of one who has seen my worth.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

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The world, like a cloister, is full of separate porticoes, through which people walk, and think and feel. The sun dips into each one of them, and names it freely for its soft love of light. Likewise we, with our many individual minds, have taken the ancient understanding of life, and made it into separate, light-filled cells. No two energies are the same, and yet they dip into the one Mind, drawing on its thoughts. Those thoughts are still able to leave their gentle, name-bestowing light.

Mind itself is great and the mind we have is great in it. When we think its thoughts there is no reason why our mind can’t be equal to it in perfection, a microcosm. Its Light is like a tiny lamp buried in our questioning heart, burning intensely. Nothing bears its flame so well as love, which rises like the spirit from the lamp when we polish it with our questions. This flame answers everything in due time, as our thoughts, with their ability to shine, will release the lamplight’s gold.

Mind

Then the sun dips into its porticoes

and names each one for its soft love of light.

So have we, with our many different minds,

called up the ancient understanding of life

and made it into separate, light-filled cells.

No two purposes are the same, but they dip

into the one Mind, drawing on its thoughts,

where they leave their gentle, name-bestowing light.

Lamp

Where Mind is great, the mind we have is great

in it, and thinks its thoughts in proportion.

And its Light, like a tiny lamp buried

in our questioning heart, burns intensely.

But nothing bears its flame so well as love,

which rises like the spirit from the flame,

and answers every question in due time,

as shining thoughts release the lamplight’s gold.

Best wishes, today,

Landar

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