In a remote region which is aligned to the Himalayas I met a saint on a hill. He spoke to me such words, such pure emanations poured from his soul as he spoke, I knew what bliss he must have known. Into his eyes I looked, their depth embraced me. I returned his love with rose-crossed blessings.
The two of us were one. We knew the same things – he and I – and yet he had travelled down a different road from me. He had experienced privations unbeknown to such as I, as he purged through discipline his reluctant mutineers which clung to basic instincts and selfish conduct. We all have them don’t we these lower impulses of our nature which resist such transmutation?
But mine were trained in a different way. Not so much through strict detachment as through activation in the cause of a higher good – that of literature, art and science too – for all these come from the same expression when they are properly accomplished. And through these different journeys we had both arrived at the same place: an abode of light which transcends even the path itself and makes it redundant for that time. For in that time is time itself redundant, except for now.
Sir Francis Bacon
© Richard Lawrence 2015
The two of us were one. We knew the same things – he and I – and yet he had travelled down a different road from me. He had experienced privations unbeknown to such as I, as he purged through discipline his reluctant mutineers which clung to basic instincts and selfish conduct. We all have them don’t we these lower impulses of our nature which resist such transmutation?
But mine were trained in a different way. Not so much through strict detachment as through activation in the cause of a higher good – that of literature, art and science too – for all these come from the same expression when they are properly accomplished. And through these different journeys we had both arrived at the same place: an abode of light which transcends even the path itself and makes it redundant for that time. For in that time is time itself redundant, except for now.
Sir Francis Bacon
© Richard Lawrence 2015