Human Divine
Beloved Son
In the depth of your depression
In the tempest of your anxiety
In the nightmare of your fear
Remember
Rest, My Boy, and Remember
If not the Divine experiencing humanity
If not the Human in search of the Divine
What are we?
Awaken, My First, and Remember
If not for the touch of that Revered Field of Being
If not for the sense of Awe of Unity and Truth
What is wonder?
Be Free, My Blood, and Remember
If not to confine the Divine
in the Dark Dungeons of the Seductive Intellect
If not to foolishly attempt to conquer the Divine
with the Powerful Might of the Word
If not to pursue the boundaries of the Divine
with the Bleeding Blade of Logic
If not to reduce the Divine
to a religion or a ritual
to a tradition or a myth
to a science or a philosophy
or to nothing
If not to avoid feeling the Divine’s Essence
Awakening
Beautiful
Loving
Because it can also be
Exposing
Blinding
Deafening
Painful
Humbling
What is it to be human?
Let go, Young One, and Remember
If not to let go
Of the Story of Self
Of the Fiction of Us and Them
Of the Noble Falsehood of Witness and Object
Of the Illusion of Separateness
What is it to touch the Divine?
Deepen your Practice, My Teacher, and Remember
If not for one brief moment receiving the Truth
What is death but a transition?
What is fear but a falsehood of the Human Story?
What is war?
What is hate?
What is crime?
What is suffering?
What is kindness?
What is equanimity?
What are these but honored guests of Rumi’s House?
Beloved Son
At the peak of your joy
In the calm of your peace
In the ease of your wakefulness
Know that I am with you with all my being and
Remember
I dedicate this poem to my son and guru. Not yet a year old, he continues to teach me more about curiosity, presence, and life than anyone. This was inspired by a deep conversation on experiencing the Divine with a gifted teacher and friend to whom I am eternally grateful.