Waiting For Krishna

At the end of this summer I stayed with a friend in Ein Kerem, near Jerusalem. I woke up very early for some reason, before dawn. I went outside, meditated for a while and walked up the hill.

It was almost dawn but deep shadows still lay over the valley. The ring of hills faded into the darkened sky.

Everything was very quiet. The sort of profound silence that is humming with awareness. The sort of peace that you feel in a graveyard, or at the end of a long retreat. Nothing to be said, nothing to be done.

I stood there for a while. All of Ein Kerem was waiting quietly.

The air and the trees were waiting, and the darkness across the valley.

I was waiting too.

It was very sweet, waiting together for our Beloved.

Waiting can be an act of surrender. Patience, simple and content within itself, like the patience of plants and rocks within the rhythm of nature. A willingness to be open receive in due time.

It’s an act of surrender to sleep peacefully in this world, knowing our time to wake up will come. Knowing there is void before and after, and the illusion in between is sacred too. Knowing that the universe and your own evolution are moving at a pace which is beyond you, letting go of the ego struggle to make it all happen here and now.

There is only perfection, there never was and there never will be anything else.

If you are patient, if you are willing to put yourself aside and wait, then sooner or later you will come to the beginning and there is nothing but peace.

It’s a strange, wonderful moment when you realize that what you’re looking for is also looking for you.

“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water seeks the thirsty,” Rumi says.

We are in love with God. I am and you are, every being in this world, everything that has a spark of life in it is drawn towards that bliss. We don’t feel it most of the time because if we did, if you felt your love for God in its full intensity, unfiltered by personality and illusion, you would be drawn into it and disappear like water into water, and the lila, the cosmic dance of being and non-being, would cease.

We are created things, bodies and personalities that run like a program on causes and conditions, and yet this being can turn to God. It has life inside it and that life inevitably will seek itself. That’s the real magic trick of this existence and the joy to its creator.

The spiritual path feels lonely sometimes, like endlessly reaching towards something which is always just out of reach, but remember that the mystical romance is a two-way street.

God is so in love with us, so happy to receive the soul back where she belongs.

The divine and the individual consciousness are of one nature, yes? How could two halves of the same whole not long for each other with equal intensity?

However much Shakti yearns to be reunited with Shiva, Shiva is yearning to unite with her.

When Radha dances for Krishna, Krishna watches with love and desire. The world is enchanted by Krishna and Krishna is enchanted by Radha.

When you are very quiet and your heart sings into the void, the void will sing back to you.