Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

29 October 2010

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As I say in previous entries:
our bodies are just avatars,
earthly machines
in which we carry our portion
of the trembling 
spiritual
entity 
that imitates --
ie:
is the material double 
of the spiritual essence
of the God.

Packaged so lovingly 
in such lovely packages
the spirit persists,
in pieces.
Oddly,
or perhaps not so oddly,
we obsess over the box,
the physical home
that was never designed
to last eternally,
despite
the fact
it was designed to house
the eternal:

the essences of
love
and
wisdom
and
truth
and 
good
and
evil.



The technology 
of the human
body
is so precise,
so
advanced,
and each element cooperates
with the others
to help us
maneuver
our earthly domain.


The body was only designed
to carry
the parts
       until
the parts could be united
again.


When the parts we carry
are once again subsumed
into the whole,
when our earthly clothing
falls away,
      time will
          cease
         entity will
                cease;
the realm of reproduction
and the double               
will cease         
because it will no longer
be needed
because we will be All
again;
and our physical existences
will live on          
only
in our actions
and memories
and in our writing,
in what we inscribe
on the walls of the womb
of the eternal.