entering the garden

entering the garden

I felt an overwhelming desire to wander through the gardens of the soul…..seeing it all…….really seeing it….and lingering there….the way I wander through wildflowers… the way the Gardener tends to the visions brought forth for others….as if I knew the Beloved would be wandering there…………..

I remember…..one day in early summer….when I encountered a field of wildflowers….and they were shining gold…and I didn’t know what flowers they were….i moved closer….and there were hundreds of butterflies with quivering wings balancing on every flower…catching the sunlight….I gasped….and stood there transfixed…like in a dream….it was a vision of such delicate life…such beauty….such privilege to catch the resting moment as the butterflies return from wherever they go to come dwell in our summer gardens….like the flowers and the earth were all breathing with my heart.

Somehow….I saw all created images…every one…the visions that have come through the Creator that I have looked at a hundred times………I saw them as brand new….as innocent and fresh as if I had never seen them before……..I gasped and felt the tears…moved the way I was with the sudden vision of the wildflowers…………….touched by quivering butterflies….of a deep aching and dissolving………………….of deep selflessness….of the pain of too much inner revelation…….reeling and drunk with feeling.

O heart of my heart! May we never…..never…….ever……….lose the innocence to have the divine privilege of seeing what we see with love and wonder………….to see through the tears of the sacred interior pathways of our souls……. to touch and be touched by the beauty of love with the drunken eyes of our hearts…….to surrender and be immersed in that which leaves us stricken with the pure wine that staggers the senses……that which unties our robes…….loosens the petals of our beingness…………and to lay open what is most precious and tenderly created to be shared ……..to humbly lay open the gift of what is most sacred to us……… in all innocence ……………………before another……………..in the Presence of God………………..the Creator……………when the Beloved…….whose Presence kneels so softly……..before the threshold of an inner paradise of such………. holiness and grace……and in the opening tenderness of the sheltering wings of Spirit …..willingly surrendering to the other……………….feeling like the butterflies are fluttering within our hearts …becoming infused with the Beloved……..to truly feel such love is to be adorned only in the caresses of warm breath……like soft breezes of spring……..and to be caught in the gaze of the flickering light of flames dancing in the seeing of the Beloved’s eyes…………….to see and be seen with Love so sweet…………..the mystical silence within us whispers……reminding us to be quiet…… hushing us……not to speak in the Presence of such Love.

i kept whispering………a low delirious moaning………….murmuring…….i am lost….i am drunk…..i am in a wilderness from where I will never return…..who will take me home……i am adorned in the transparency of love melting into the heart and soul of another…………..helplessly……………surrendering…….willingly open and eager and new…….giving myself for the first time………………offering the taste of love so pure it appears as dew on the skin in a light that glows as pure essence …nowhere since the dawning of creation has there been such love…………………and the exquisite creation of every particle and breath of who we are is suddenly known in the union and fusion of mingling silken flowing……of being anointed and surrounded……… melting into mutually deep pleasure and beauty touching……..touching…….touching…………..feeling……..experiencing the grace of what is truly eternal….
May every heart know such beauty in the garden of their hearts…..trust the beauty within you to guide you there.

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painting by rassouli
http://www.rassouli.com
“falling into the beloved”

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