by Greg Firmstone
Let me tell you the story of the Goddess
who stuffed herself into a sack.
You’ve heard this tale before
It’s woven in your genes
The desert wind like your Mother at dawn
kisses your forehead with Her whispering call:
“Wake up, Sweet Soul,
it’s time you remembered Who You Are.
”Hop out of bed and dress
yourself once more in those
jewel–‐encrusted robes you thought
you had lost so long ago.
“Pick up again your crown of swirling galaxies
and place the rings of Saturn
on the fingers of Your left hand
“Because the Goddess likes to sit on the Left….
…You remember that now, don’t you?”
Where was I?
Oh yes. The sack at
the beginning of Time.
You were sad and all alone back then.
All Love, with no one to Love
All Giving, with no one to give to
And everything You Created You wove
out of Your own Mindstuff.
For You were the only raw material
You could ever find to build and
fill Your Universe.
The Spider spins her web
from her own Body…
Thus it is with You.
And like the Spider Goddess that
You are, You sat at Your Loom and
set it to spinning for all Time.
And You spun
And You spun
And You spun the golden threads of
Your own DNA into the
sack-like bodies of Your Children.
Then You stuffed Yourself,
Your very Essence,
into each and
every one of us,
Tied us at the neck with a silken cord and
gently sang our Life’s Mission into the very
core of our Being:
“Split the sack of this culture and stick your head
Rumi and Hafiz paint it better than I:
‘If I were in the Tavern tonight,
Hafiz would call for drinks.
And as the Master poured
I would be reminded that all I know
of myself and Life is that
We are just a midair flight of Golden Wine
between His Pitcher and His Cup.”
We are poured out of God and as
drunkards we are Drunk and poured
back into God once more.
And now our bravest scientists boldly proclaim:
“The stuff of this universe is Mind Stuff.”**
And though they’re getting very, very warm
they still don’t Know what the Holy Ones Know…
…that the stuff of this universe is God Herself.
Greg Firmstone, 1st September 2012
**Sir John Jeans and Sir Arthur Eddington, circa 1930s.