So many saints, being professional
Celibates, and such holy fools, believed
We can awaken only by self-denial
And pure, unfeeling thought, as if we were
Angels, who cannot marry or be given in marriage.
O Santa Teresa, Doctora Ipsissima.
Did you ever know the ecstasy of the body
Can bless us more than any rapture of the soul?
San Juan de la Cruz, who taught us
That the dark night of the soul
Always precedes the Awakening,
As happened for Joseph in his grove,
Said we awaken by choosing not the loftiest,
But what is most difficult and most despised.
What’s most difficult is to venerate
What’s most despised in our fallen state,
Not falling off the tightrope over the abyss
To the right, rejecting the Goddess’s gifts,Or to the left, into callousness.
The Awakened see all things overflowing
with divinity, for no pebble, flower, bug, bird, or squirrel
Could exist unless continuously created.
Myths let us think about divinity, so think.
Of Jesus holding hands with the Goddess.
Those first observant ones believed
That Jesus and Mary (his wife, not his mother)
Incarnated reason and wisdom,
Like Shiva and Shakti, entwined
In the riotous sensuality of the divine
By which every atom, every mind
Is continuously created and sustained,
Thus Jesus and Mary, though only human,
Showed us humanity is far more
Sacred than most of us will ever understand.