All Love

Xmas card egg
I started to write a verse for Xmas but realized it reminded me of the above which I liked better.

Often described as an Irish blessing, it was written by Mike Heron (a Scot) and recorded by the Incredible String Band in 1967. It later became a standard for several spiritual groups.

Turns out I also wrote about this verse early this year, with more details of its background.

The ornament is a play on the golden egg. In India this is Hiranya Garbha, a form of the creator and the seed form of the universe. In the west we have Aesop’s Fable of the goose that laid golden eggs. Variations of the fable made their way east as well.

Nowadays, a golden egg is seen one of two ways: as a symbol of success or as “laying an egg,” as in a spectacular failure. The first forgets the original fable, the second remembers it.

My intent here was a playful illustration – do we follow what is shiny and bright or the inner light?

Happy Holidays!
Davidya

 
 
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10 Responses to All Love

  1. Alex says:

    Merry Christmas , David 🙂

  2. Uli says:

    Merry Christmas

    “we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. … It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.”

    ― Rainer Maria Rilke

    “Why don’t you think of him as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity, the one who will someday arrive, the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? What keeps you from projecting his birth into the ages that are coming into existence, and living your life as a painful and lovely day in the history of a great pregnancy? Don’t you see how everything that happens is again and again a beginning, and couldn’t it be His beginning, since, in itself, starting is always so beautiful? If he is the most perfect one, must not what is less perfect precede him, so that he can choose himself out of fullness and superabundance? Must he not be the last one, so that he can include everything in himself, and what meaning would we have if he whom we are longing for has already existed?

    As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build Him. Even with the trivial, with the insignificant (as long as it is done out of love) we begin, with work and with the repose that comes afterward, with a silence or with a small solitary joy, with everything that we do alone, without anyone to join or help us, we start Him whom we will not live to see, just as our ancestors could not live to see us. And yet they, who passed away long ago, still exist in us, as predisposition, as burden upon our fate, as murmuring blood, and as gesture that rises up from the depths of time.

    Is there anything that can deprive you of the hope that in this way you will someday exist in Him, who is the farthest, the outermost limit?”

    Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  3. James Haig says:

    This is my all-time favorite benediction. I used to write it on bathroom walls when I was a student. The ISB, along with the Beatles, were the gods of my youth.

    • Davidya says:

      Yes, it’s found in cultures the world over because it’s a basic reality. Anyone who goes beyond their individuality and has a visual orientation is going to discover it at some point.

      This is also directly related to Aham Vishvam, I am the Universe, the experience of being everything. Or in the case of the book, being gifted everything.

      This is different from the Unity process of becoming one with all objects. It’s a recognition that the local form and the universe are the same thing, as later with the devata and cosmic body.

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