Sailing the Dark Sea
The path to light sometimes passes very dark strechtes
We all want to meet the bliss of enlightenment. The path to it, though, which we call life, is rarely that simple. Generally, it is not straight, but full of contradictions and what seems to be dead ends and detours. It may lead us through tough places, but it is so worth it to continue on and to not run away from this darkness, for eventually it will lead us to where we so long to be.
The way out, liberation, is, really, to realize that everything has been there all along, to make my peace with it.
Chapters:
- 00:00:00 Intro
- 00:00:26 Sailing the Dark Sea – Solo
- 00:03:53 To go beyond all concepts
- 00:09:57 Sailing the Dark Sea – Remix
- 00:15:30 Outro
Attribution and thanks for samples used in the remix:
Wind at door howling 4.wav by Bosk1 — https://freesound.org/s/217186/ — License: Attribution 4.0
Transcript
Sailing the Dark Sea
With ev’ry Never
I chased for oh so long
Into which eventually
I’ll die and be gone
It is a little less of me
It is a little more forever
The ocean’s wide and shiny
Yet most of it’s beneath
That curtain of not knowing
Black mirrors on the walls
A muffled darkness
A luring void
A someone feeling something
Dreadful depth drags me down
Grinds me
Mames me
Until I cannot
No longer do
Until I finally give in to You
Until that final crucifixion
As I cry into the night
Torn apart and left to suffer
Until I cry: I entrust myself to You
That’s when all blackness
Blazes white
When silence becomes song
To split the night
Through the darkness
Shines the Light
Illuminates creates things
Makes us alive
It’s all and Nothing
The stream of life
It’s Now and Never
Around the void a dance of light
The endless spiral
Of birth and dying
Until I finally let go
Then I am always ever
Then I am free
©️ Laughing Brook/Peter Müller 2024
To go beyond all concept
I once attended an Ayahuasca ceremony held by three magnificent women of the Yawanawa tribe in Brazil. In Brazil this jungle medicine is not illegal as it is here, for it has been the medicine and spiritual core of tribal peoples in the Amazon for thousands of years. And if you have heard of the brew, you know that it can lead one to powerful places and experiences.
It is called a psychedelic, which comes from the greek psyche, meaning your mind, or your soul, and delos, to manifest, or to make something clear. So, you will see yourself. It can lead you to see your inner fabric and what makes you you the way you are and thus allow for you to gain clarity about who you are, what you have done and do, and allow you to decide where you want to go.
It is also called an entheogen, which has in it the Greek term for God, theos, which means the divine – it has a potential to reveal the divine inside of you. Or, maybe a bit more accurate, it can show you how there really is no inside or outside, how everything ultimately just is.
So as I attended this Ayahuasca ceremony, the Uni, as they named it there, and a snuff they call Hapé, lead me to shockingly simple Nothingness. It is that which is called Nirvana, an ocean of blackness, the absence of sound, of purpose and duty, of anything. Purely nothing. That was the entheogenic part.
Then in this experience also was my resistance against this void. I felt as if my whole being was clinging to this existence and intended to never let go. Being This is the very definition of who I am. There is no effing way I am going to let go. Or is there? Ever so slowly I managed to loosen my grip. That was the psychedelic part.
Until I finally could see myself in equilibrium, holding Nothingness inside of me. I became aware that I was the one who was aware of Nothingness. I am the one who sees, and hears, and smells, and touches, and feels, and builds, and moves. And in doing so, I get lost so easily, time and again.
The journey home, that redemptive journey to our eternal home, trails past Cape Horn and through a raging Winter sea. Not all of it, there are passages of heartbreaking beauty also. But if you sign on and board the ship, you’re truly in for a ride. There are those who stand by the sidelines, because one never knows and better safe than sorry. But I, my friend, I boarded the vessel, sold everything to get my ticket. I choose to follow the light.
Outro:
Some of what I would include under the topic of sensuality is very visceral and raw, and our poem today goes in that direction. This is not what we are looking for, but life ever so often brings it along. There is a certain power and proficiency that comes with going through those times, and the wounded healer is a perfect example for this. The next episode, named Crippled Army, is about that.
My name is Laughing Brook, I am a poet, dancer, mystic, nature coach and man whisperer.
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