WHEN THE MAN HEARS THE VOICE OF HIDDEN GOD.
July 9 2012 WHEN THE MAN HEARS THE VOICE OF HIDDEN GOD.
WHEN THE MAN HEARS THE VOICE OF THE HIDDEN GOD
What is the end of this great attraction? Surely it is different from knowledge. Knowledge has no wings to fly to those dizzy heights where the moonbird flies, covering the beauty of the moon with its intense desire. Ages pass, the books of knowledge are eaten up by worms, but the song of the cuckoo is never hushed; it pierces still the heart of summer. The Bulbul of the Rose still cry to each other in a pain of separation whose ecstasy is everlasting.
The woman thinks loving is creating anew, and pictures again and again the face and the images of the man she so intensely loves. But innocence nestles in her heart and gives back the milk of life she received to life itself, and she knows it not. The Man in Love hears the voice of the hidden God and he follows it and reaches a sacred place where the sun and the moon bow to Him in submission and all come and kiss his feet. The Creation gathers in Him, for he has already become a great temple where angels come to worship. The stars burn incense and all see God in Him as the Muslims see their “Id Moon”.
He is the Akali, the deathless man, who walks on the waters, and sits unharmed in the fire arching over him, singing the song of the Masters. He is pure soul. When religion is power, it is enough to break the ribs of the mountains by a thought; it is enough to reduce great empires built on hate, just by crushing them between its two lily-white palms. Its prayer is both the death and the life of continents and nations.