Article: Lover's Path Home: A Spirituality Beyond Talk

Lover's Path Home: A Spirituality Beyond Talk

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One of the greatest spiritual poems ever written was Shiller's Ode to Joy, which were put to music by Beethoven in his 9^th symphony. The opening lines go as such:

Joy, thou source of light immortal,
Daughter of Elysium!
Touched with fire, to the portal,
Of thy radiant shrine, we come.
Your sweet magic, frees all others,
Held in custom's rigid rings,
All men on earth become brothers,
In the haven of your wings.

Elysium means peace. Joy is the Daughter of Peace! Mm, Jerusalem when seen in the ground of its origins means "Place (Jeru) of Peace (Salem, Shalom)." Yes, Jerusalem as a Goddess is not a war torn city in the Middle East. And, oh, my, She is not a prude follower of some idea entrenched teacher sitting on a harsh church bench in the worship of a theology. What is any "ology" if not the philosophical meanderings of a rational or rationed mind.

Ah, but then the term, "Philosophy" breaks down into "Lover of Sophia," Lover of Wisdom. Who wants a sweetheart who is all talk?

Then, there is the line in Proverbs where it is said of the Spirit of Wisdom and Understanding, or, in Greek, Sophia Episteme or in Hebrew Hockmah Binah that all Her ways are peace. Is Understanding the way of Peace? Isn't there something comforting, or peaceful, when someone understands us?

Under-stands?! Stand under? Be with, not above? God under-stands us? God is standing under us?

Sophia Episteme is "touched with FIRE!" The fire of what? Passion? Could it be that passion is in not being rationed! Yes, all of our theories, theologies, philosophies, etc are a way in which our minds are rationed. This is what happens when we become rational. We become rationed. It's better to be relational than rational for in being relational, we link with the greater mind of Nature. Being linked with the All, we are no longer rationed or rational. Thus, we are not shattered into pieces!

Then, becoming whole, we can shout with Shiller:

All men on earth become brothers,

In the haven of your wings.

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