Every Turn of the Wheel

You come and go. The doors swing closed

Ever more gently almost without a shudder.

Of all who move through the quiet houses,

You are the quietest.

We become so accustomed to you,

We no longer look up

When your shadow falls over the book we are reading

And makes it glow. For all things

Sing you: at times

We just hear them more clearly.

Often when I imagine you

Your wholeness cascades into many shapes.

You run like a herd of luminous deer

And I am dark, I am forest.

You are a wheel, at which I stand,

Whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up,

Revolve me nearer to the center.

Then all the work I put my hand to

Widens from turn to turn.

Rainer Maria Rilke one of the great poets of the 20^th century certainly displays a quality in all of his work that asks me to follow something within me. It is that deep inner knowing place where all questions are dressed in answers. It is the place where everything exists and nothing is wasted. It is the Mecca of truth and the garden of unity. It moves as I move and at times the door swings closed and I try to pry it open and do, but find it has changed in awareness. I no longer look up, I look within.

As I experience this entrance and exit within my self I try to find the latch that will keep this beautiful place of knowledge open, but I find that my body consciousness keeps me in another state of reality. I see the shadows, created by my thoughts and watch as they become material objects which are my own manifestations. Quietly I watch a herd of luminous realities run through the inner forest of my consciousness.

 I have re-programmed my self to ignore my inner self and exist in a body that is born from that consciousness. My education taught me to be sane, but I act insane by performing the same acts over and over again and then I expect different results. I am caught in the spokes of a self who only senses the separation that I create by turning the wheel of not feeling good enough to love my inner self. My body consciousness creates an illusion that keeps the door of knowing half open, but every now and then I see between the cracks and I begin to expand.

This chosen duality issue turns me closer to my center. My body consciousness is doing what my inner consciousness has already experienced. The rigors of physical life turn me towards my center and my awareness increases with every turn. I say I am human and know that I am more, but I don't hear my other selves clearly and I become a separated thought in a puddle of my own rain. The thought, the puddle and the rain are all one; my beliefs about my multiplicity keep me from turning in a circular motion, I do it linearly using just one aspect of my self which is a choice.

Rumi understood his multiplicity in the 13^th century, which confirms that awareness is not only linear and restricted by my selectivity; it is expression of my inner consciousness. My formlessness is expressed through my physical form and I choice to accept it or resist it by my restricting beliefs about my own complexity of being. Wholeness cascades into many shapes.

As Rumi points out: 

You Embrace some Form

Saying "I am this."

By God, you are not this

Or that or the other

You are "Unique One"

Heart-ravishing"

You are throne and palace and king

You are bird and snare and fowler

Like water in a jar and river

Are in essence the same

You and spirit are the same

Your every idol

Prostrates

Before you

Your every thought-form

Perishes

In your formlessness

So there it is, in 13^th thought. The door to the place where everything exists is always open; I partially close it by my beliefs and perceptions. When I believe I am the door and what's on the other side, I expand in awareness and I sense the expressions of other forms of my own consciousness. Every turn of the wheel is another self changing and expanding in unrestricted awareness. I perish in my own formlessness and know I am multiplicity in a chosen form that comes and goes through the quiet house of All There Is.

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