The Lessons of Psyche 10

 

 

 

Many times the question I've posed,

as many others have posed:

Why still the thousand veils,

even after

                   my surrender?

 

And Psyche's whisper came through,

another veil in this moment of my surrender

now lifted:

        The veils

        The veils protect you     even as they attract you

        toward that which you seek

        Do you think one drop of surrender

        would dissolve every veil?

        Release to you

 

                                      power?

 

        What they hide you are not yet ready for,

        you must be equal to

 

        An entire sea must be surrendered

        for the entire Sea is to be remembered

 

                                                      slowly

                               slowly

        slowly

                         the veils are lifted:

        thousands upon thousands, one by one,

        each one so diaphanous you might wonder,

        It was nothing!  That veil was nothing at all!

 

        But thousands upon thousands of veils overlapping

 

        provide

        the necessary

        illusion

 

        Dissolved, lifted,

        pulled away one by one—

        Beware: anyone could be the last.

 

        Prepared you must be

        if you would look steadily upon the Sun

        and see in it the womb,

        continuous coming     into creation

 

 

        The veils

        The veils protect you     as the planets protect you

 

        the Face of Living Light would kill you—

 

        Finite being! to stand at the transfinite threshold!

 

        Down the corridors of the Labyrinth

        through Me, the planets guide you,

        biding time

 

                                time for roots

                                time for the seedling to feed on the flesh

                                time for the preparation of each organ

                                tissue, cell

 

        There is a genetic limit

        you must respect

        but even that

 

                                 someday

 

 

        The veils

        The veils protect you     even as I speak to you

        even as the Muse sings to you:

 

 

        It takes centuries

        of rain

        to wear down

        the rock

 

        inside of

        the tiniest jewel

        is waiting

 

        radiant enough

        to outlast

        death

 

        O rain! rain! rain!

 

        Who

        in a lifetime

        is many centuries?

 

        Who can surrender

 

                                   a sea?