May All Beings Be Delivered
Through Ariel Spilsbury
And what are the terms of our deliverance?
White light
the inclusion of all ways, all beings, all that is
our deliverance reverberates in the body of the One
from the myriad frequencies of light
into Kether white
may all beings be delivered
And what are the terms of our deliverance?
transmutation of duality
into its recumbent constituents
in light and sound, that is,
a unity
that includes innocence, failure, wonder, stupidity, grace, purity,
all perceptually splintered from intrinsically worthy
delivered to our doorstep
by the world of distinctions in the mind,
first step out of the Garden
that became cleaved still further,
separated into time and space
tumbling headlong now, away from grace
infinite comparison of this and that
naturally segued into a round of
“justified” judgment that shaped reality
in its arrogant sureness of itself
as singular
until now,
our shared experience of reality is doubling back on itself
seeing the joke of its original contraction
that we called separation from Source
instead of seeing the journey as one pulsation of the
life blood of the Divine Mother,
subtle circular movement within the Mystery
of a timeless eternity of the celebratively
ribboned lifestream of Unity
and to this state may all beings be delivered.
What are the terms of our deliverance?
surrender
as a devotee of the present moment
empty chalice
of not knowing
raised in the name of the primal trust
that lives on the other side of surrender’s gate
where the issue of enlightenment itself is laughingly dawdling
in the face of such simplicity
the mind is unable to grasp its divinity
because its apperception of its essential nature
is beneath what mind appears to be,
mystical simplicity
is the key to the realms you seek
but cannot find in the seeking,
for stillness hears, silence sees, adoration feels, wonder senses
the way of return and the terms of its deliverance
and to this end, may all beings be delivered.
And what are the terms of our deliverance?
mending the rupture of trust
the apparent loss of innocence
insensitivity did the best it could
and still we had eyes to see
love parceled out like stars on the foreheads of kindergartners
like there would never be enough for everybody
of anything
and so we generalized to larger containers
like consciousness
and decided that impatience and criticism were indeed justified
since there would never be enough…
meanwhile the opulent feast, lay rotting before us
seemingly just out of reach
“If only I could find the right partner”
supplanted by a more sophisticated “If only I could levitate”
“If only I could have a direct experience of the Divine”
overlooked in a flower
“If only I could be “there” now”
closing the door to the only moment
in which the amnesty of unconditional love and forgiveness
are even redundant
“If only I”….
then I could rest in the enlightened, soft, peace of the Mother
and be carried on her powerful life pulse
to wherever the Mystery is flowing
and to this end may all beings be delivered.
What are the terms of our deliverance?
comfort midair in the jump
recognizing the play while IN it
simply by turning in our resignation
to the Need to Know department
and becoming transparent
to what is
opening the flume of
worlds flying by,
a fool’s freedom
to recognize intrinsic perfection
trapeze artists are we
many hands reaching out to catch other hands
poised mid air,
present, empty,
breathing, sighing, surrendering, replying
with gentle resolve and strength
making a hand to hand chain
lifting, linking universes
into celebration of Kibriya
divine glory
through innocent trust
and to this end may all beings be delivered.
And what are the terms of our deliverance?
depth
the willingness to apprehend it all,
take it all in
without defining or judging
feeling it all
without resistance
to the uncanny urgency of Love
to lead us to wholeness,
breaking the apparent container
to reveal its intrinsic nature
in simplicity
that provides a depth charge
spanning universes..
through inhabiting the now
and not just when boredom
has driven us to it,
but as loving adoration leaves no time for anything else..
as a self-organizing universe,
an adam kadmon
template
activated through innocence
to this end may all beings be delivered.
Lovingly scribed by Ariel