The Courting Language Of The Gods
There is something epic about that title. To me, it could almost be like you are sitting with Socrates and he says, "I want to talk about The Courting Language Of The Gods.” Well, he would then surely have my attention. But I might also think, “I hope (dear S) you can pull this off. So I will try and help you if you don't mind, and say!"
To me those six words can distill what is the best of all art (and why we can be so affected by it), and the best of all human relationships, and their vital importance to us. It’s why one can be so attracted to the beauty in nature. Yes, I feel God, indeed, is always courting us. And in its greatest purity, at this stage in that divine romance, most might know that via a mountain winking at you— or a cloud, a bird, a tree, a sunrise, or a sunset taking you into its arms, as it can; or a whale or dolphin jumping out of the ocean— and somehow, a drop of the emerald sea touches your cheek and may never leave; and music and dance and poetry, the look in another person's eye, or sound or touch. A haiku can even help you jump over the moon if you can grab hold of its tail in a moment of satori.
How would the gods speak to each other in wanting to get closer to the Heart, the Soul of everything, of everything! I would think through poetry, or music set to that, or a painting they might do, and then say— look at this!
"Hey, look at this, look at me!” the night sky filled with stars, sings. Knowing that if you do, a beautiful thanks— a smile you wanted, is yours; or an oasis of rest, if only for a minute, in looking up and appreciating, applauding in some manner, more of your Self. Therein the treasure!
I have been saying it lately, that I feel the greatest poetry, and the greatest poets— like Rumi & Hafiz are in a very real way: Carl Jung times ten gone poet. Why not hang out with them more? And why not take advantage of some psychological physics and metaphysical, like when Rumi says in the below lines:
Being in a hurry drops the key on the ground
to a door I want you to enter.
If you read my words slowly and out loud
that will help to pick the lock.
— Rumi
From the book, The Purity of Desire, 100 Poems of Rumi
Those lines sound like good New Year's advice, and advice for maybe most any day. For who does not want more freedom from the shackle, from any cage!
Alice in Wonderland, one becomes the more and more present they are. The more conscious of the miracle of existence— the more one can allow himself or herself to be courted by the gods of knowledge, beauty, love, playfulness and laughter.
I was reminded recently of an article I was invited to write for the Huffington Post, some years back, by one of their top editors. That article wound up with a wildish title: “Maybe The Best Lay in Town Is a Poem.” I think I managed to say a few things in that piece that could add to this blog entry— and create a kind of duet. There is some manna there.
Yeah, let a poem make love to you. Let it become a true friend. Read a good one slowly and out loud. That could coax Buddha to jump out from behind a bush where he was hiding and kiss ya! And maybe Carl Jung & Socrates tooo!
And some words of Hafiz from one of my four published books of him— inspirations some might call them— go:
The eye is so wise, it keeps turning, turning
needing to touch beauty.
That's us— needing to always connect with the essence of existence the best we can. And needing to become some day all that can be known. We are in the divine romance, let the courting language of the gods take you deeper into Her arms. Into your Self !