These words began insinuating themselves into my mind around 5AM on Christmas morning, accompanying me towards waking. Unable to control the torrent, I trundled down to the laptop and completed the ideas. I like these occasions best, when it seems writing is 10% creativity and 90% receptivity. When I feel myself a vehicle for friendly but insistent communication.
It is the question you cannot ask which matters
The axiom you must never scutinize
You fancy you are probing the swirling cosmos
with discernment and courage and gumption
Why lovers falter at some subtle instant
Why intrepid truth warriors secret their flaw
How to the west it is Fear which derails them
And in the east how Pride clouds their knowing
Find the middle and make of your suffering
an organ for sensing
I love women, but feminists less so
Till they see we are each other’s harvest
For in the truest boy intuition is feminine
And masculine in the truest girl
And surely once we walked in each other’s bodies
And since man’s mysterious fall
only one Being on earth has recombined them
I am fondled by science, but they cannot study
Themselves
It is their law and they know not it’s Name
And I am seduced by technicians and have practiced technique
But is it not all the tempter’s distraction?
Why else did Zeus rue that Prometheus found flame
And what have we made these thousands of years
save for our convenience and amusement
save for feeding the hunger of merchant and purchaser
Yes, I honor too the buyer and the seller
But we cannot be free
Till each selling is a gift of kind service
And each buying a humble acceptance
And till money transubstantiates into egoless collaboration
And I break bread with the athiests and religionists
I count your honored seeking among my friendships
But please do not think matters concluded
Keep waiting
That the skeptic would examine his self-concealed faith
And the believer peer into his own or received interpreting
Would you know truth, you must feel it and taste it
with grace only grace
softly crucifying your wishing
from your heart from your tongue from your waiting
Would you feel beauty deeply, eschew not pure thinking
Taking pains to hold aside your favorite thoughts
And let cook in your perceiving: love
Would you be intrepid, and audacious as befitting the hour
Then marshal your forces
To plainly know and notice
How each thought enters your sphere
Make a sacred place where you know yourself
As gatekeeper
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Like in the Gospel of Thomas:
Jesus saw some children who were taking the breast: he said to his disciples: “These little ones who suck are like those who enter the Kingdom.” They said to him: “If we are little, shall we enter the Kingdom?” Jesus says to them: “When you make the two one, and when you make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside, and the upper like the lower! And if you make the male and female one, so that the male is no longer male and the female no longer female, and when you put eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in the place of a hand, and a foot in the place of a foot, and an image in the place of an image, then you will enter “the Kingdom!”
Very nice! 🙂
Thanks for your comment. It caused me to look up Thomas, and being just 114 verses I spent some time with it. It is interesting; some things within it I ‘recognize’ the spirit of, and others I must hold in abeyance awhile and allow them to work on me.
Believe all things, believe in nothing! Your Intonation speaks well to those of us who are transgendered.
Hello & thanks for your thoughts. (And also your writing.) Your 1st sentence has the makings of a haiku, just needs the expansive middle seven syllables. What I think about belief is: If you know a thing, you no longer have need for belief or disbelief. So keep the matter open inside you. For believing and especially disbelieving is the surest way to never further know about something. And for your second point, I do not know about these things and would defer to your experience, but I can say something about my intuitions. If one becomes conscious of the need for lessening the split, perhaps what is really important is no longer the physical level, but finding the route in the soul and the spirit.
You’ve just highlighted two points that have been central to my whole life as truth. Faith is the greatest contributor to bigotry and self-imposed ignorance. Transgender properly understood and approached has nothing to do with sexuality: it’s a state of mind that insist on blending both male and female, regardless of what body one lives in, thus standing as a perpetual challenge to the Status Quo that insists not only on the split, but on it being inimical. The living force of the transgendered is compassion.