Spirituality as a path of relief,
seeks expungement of the confusions and contradictions
inherited from the history of ones ancestors and
from the ocean of psychic currents and noises of mind
that are ones experience of life.
Our race has come an adequate distance through the ages
to have accumulated a far mass of memory
from the times of rocks
to the cleanliness and relative precision of technological excess
and experimentation in ones own origins.
The minds are saturated with the echoing and residual noises
of times gone into memory and memory and memory
so that the moment is drowned out and locked up
in the sins of mind and confusion.
The noises of chaotic memory
echo in our muscles and sinews and bones
so that there is no rest
and all is beset by the urgencies of necessary contingencies.
People are nuts.
The one direction, unsuspected,
is the cleaning of the slate, anew.
No mind need move.
When all that has been known has been made transparent
and so brought to rest
no mind ensues.
Then, when the creative signal comes
we "hear" it and are free to create anew,
what is emerging within The Unknown Unknown,
only to bring into existence
a new noise, a new sound
to the symphony of All and All
only to fall into indifferent rest, again,
sensitive to every motion,
unmoved.
Spiritual life
conceived as a path of relief
leads either to involvement,
or nowhere, at all.
Sometimes, we have to back up to move forward.
The inheritance of the ages and of the ocean of life
gravitate attention into involvement
until we recover our wholeness of parts
and realize that our wholeness
the unknown known,
faces the unknown unknown.
