Kirtan
The Kirtan was like standing in the rain without an umbrella. First gentle drops fall sporadically, and one feels slightly indifferent, unaffected.
Then the thunder crashes, a wakeup call. Drums beat, the rhythm grows gradually frenetic, and one’s body begins to sway and tremble involuntarily.
Sound washes over the entire world, roaring into the innermost recesses of consciousness. Everything known and unknown is deluged by the names of God in long lost tongues.
Now the rain falls in earnest and one is like a soaked newspaper on the ground, drenched in the irresistible impulses of mass worship.
Every concept of self, every deep memory or present consideration rises to the surface and is splattered into unrecognizable blobs by the swirling currents of vocal energy.
The entire inner realm is penetrated, mutilated and reinvented,
then left to dry limp and bruised on a street corner.
It was good.
Yup, It is Good.
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Then left to dry limp and bruised on a street corner? Hmmmmmm, I will have to sit with this one CD I don't really get it lol!
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What an incredible experience to allow oneself to have. I loved the feeling of Holy Sound cleansing the innermost darkest of spaces . I totally identify with the concepts of self and ancient memories "being splattered into unrecognizable blobs". I "feel' that to be freedom and humility.
ReplyDelete" The entire inner realm is penetrated, mutilated and reinvented", surely this is Divine Alchemy.
Your ending makes me realize, "limp and bruised on a street corner" may tell of a most profound event. And I don't know why my mind keeps drifting to the room of passionate lovers, now resting silently.
Thank you for this post CD. It has grown in my consciousness to lend calm and faith through the storm.
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Thank you for your comment Anon, appreciate how it opens up my limited awareness,(still not getting that last line...) beautiful insight into a beautiful post <3
ReplyDeleteWhen a man and a woman come together in a most sacred dance, fully realized love, is that also a way for the Spirit of God to be expressed through flesh and blood?
ReplyDeleteOne is like a soaked newspaper on the ground, left to dry limp and bruised on a street corner, just read the news, in hindsight.
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