With your touch I quivered
like a string of a harp
be it sound
be it colour
be it form
be it fragrances
your touch released
a quivering emanation
from my heart
and in that quivering
I was transformed
Throughout the history of Mankind mystics have expressed the transforming interaction with the Divine through the arts. Art and Science are actually not as different as it may appear to. Both is a process of discovery; of revealing what was hidden, yet was there all along. All of the discoveries, inventions and creations, the world values, came from passionate minds. Someone felt a hunger; a love for something and from that interaction, birth was given to something not seen before. The hunger to create is akin to the erotic desire.
” Erotic energy is the eternal source of creativity. The erotic shock is the way of revealing beauty in the world.” Nicholas Berdyaev
Each one of us, and indeed everything within existence, sings a silent song of yearning to be discovered. It is through our silent songs that we draw towards us the other, the beloved. To be loved is to be made visible. Within in each of us there is a deep longing to be made visible. That is, we long for something or someone to recognize that which is invisible behind our exterior form and to make it visible through the intimate touch. To be touched means to let down your guard and be stirred through the interaction with something that you perceived to be outside of your self. Yet, through the touch that which was perceived to be separate from you becomes part of you. For to be touched is to experience. To experience is to know something.
Dry intellectual knowledge can only bring you to the first layer of understanding, whereas wisdom is the essence of understanding. There are some that say that true intellect should be defined as an ability to interact with the world around you. To reach out is a gesture of wanting to understand. Wisdom is born out of this reaching out and interacting with the world around us, and through this an inner reflection, an inner understanding of the whole is born. One could say that out of the bitterness (Mara) of experience, the sweetness of wisdom is born.
In Ancient Egypt the word Ais is for brain intellect, and Sia for intelligence of the heart, in other words intuition. Intuition literally means “knowledge coming in.” Yet neither wisdom nor intellectual knowledge can be gained without love, for to know something there first need to exist a desire, a love for something, for if you feel love for something there is a need to unite with what you love. In uniting with something, or at least a reaching out towards something an understanding is brought about. Knowledge means to unite oneself with the object, concept or idea, one requires to understand, hence the term carnal knowledge.
In the experience of life we taste and absorb experience as nourishment of the soul. Experience is true communion when we live consciously. Sweetness and bitterness both alike enrich our being and creates depth to our insights and brings us wisdom that have grown through the tasting of life. A beautiful perfume is not created through sweet fleeting scents only; it is composed out of blending fragrances of different qualities together to create beautiful silent poetry. Some of the scents within the composition may indeed be repulsive on its own but without it the whole composition would not be beautiful, and once you experience what its hidden qualities are, – what it brings to the whole – you can never again perceive that element as ugly. What is more, through that experience your whole perception of how you view the world is changed, because you can never again reject something as ugly out of hand, as that experience will prompt you to look for the hidden beauty in everything you encounter.
“Some say that the world is a vale of tears.
I say it is a place of soul making.”
Consider the prodigious physical and evolutionary studies of Teilhardt de Chardin, which conclude that love is the underlying movement and pattern behind the universe: atoms calling each other in search of union so that they begin to constellate and form molecules; molecules in resonance yearning for the Beloved of the next stage so that they can form more complex systems; these systems yearning to form bodies; bodies attuning until they find their partner and produce more bodies with more complexities. We yearn for the gods and the gods yearn for us, so that as we are becoming enspirited, godded beings, the gods are becoming human. Likewise, earth and nature long for spirit, and spirit longs for nature; out of this longing emerges a deeply physicalized spirituality and a deeply spiritual embodiment … Consider, too, process philosopher Alfred North Whitehead’s philosophy of God as the loving lure of becoming the Divine Lover calling the world into becoming, as any great and true lover does with any beloved.Psychologist Jean Houston
“Mathematical cosmologist Brain Swimme and cultural historian Thomas Berry write of a cosmic allurement that is the bond of all matter and what we humans experience as love. It is this lure between things that drives evolution. Love is what evokes in us the desire to make our own next evolutionary leap as a species. The longing to find and join with the beloved of the soul is the allurement that pulls us toward becoming fully human. “Bill Plotkin
It is this allurement that entices us out of our cocoons of isolation, and allows us to experience life. In the experience of life we taste and absorb experience as nourishment of the soul. Its sweetness and bitterness both alike enrich our being and creates depth to our insights and brings us wisdom that has grown through the tasting of life.
The longing to experience life is, thus to know or to have Gnosis of something, is a creative drive. Creativity and sexuality is inseparable for to long to have knowledge of something is to yearn to have carnal knowledge of something. Experience itself is a result of our desire to interact with the world, and as such is a relationship with the other. Our desire seduces us to court what attract us, and so the dance begins. We can have a beautiful soulful relationship with life or we can have a destructive blaming/victim relationship with life; and of course with ourselves.
What do we love, what draws us to risk being exposed to the unknown, the other, the Beloved?
“… your name is perfume poured out…” – Song of Songs
What stirs, excites, and delight us like a beautiful fragrance? Is that not the quest of our lives to know? When we know what is that excites us like no other, we have a purpose for living, and when we pursue it with all of our hearts, we live with passion. When we express our love for our Beloved we reveal our innermost secret chamber, our core, and we live soulfully.
Draw me after you, and I will follow you eagerly.
Be my king and take me to your chambers. We will be happy together; we will extol your love more than wine; – Song of Songs
It is not fear that drives us to cross boundaries of previous limitations. It is desire that seduces us to cross boundaries and allow us to go where we would not have dared to go before. Yet, where it will lead you is a mystery.
We live in a world of quick fixes, instant gratification and have for most part indeed lost the magic of wonder and awe. When you allow something to unfold, you allow the divine breath to breathe its transforming magic upon it. An initial desire becomes more than could have been imagined in the beginning. It is as dance between two lovers. In today’s world there is a tendency to want to plan everything in exact detail from beginning to end. The unexpected is shunned because it does not fit into the plan. There is no allowance for the “winds of heavens” to play upon our experience of life. If we do not allow for the unexpected, we breathe the breath of death, for there is no room for growth.
I feel my lover’s caress
In the wind
I hear his whispers
In the rustle of the leaves
I feel his embrace
In the enfolding mist
I run my fingers cross the surface of the water
And feel the softness of his skin
The glint in his eyes
His gifts to me
The beauty of the moonlight on the sea
The colours of sunset
The fragrance of flowers
Yet he touches my soul
With eternal longing
And I like a mistress
Grateful for the moments of intimacy