Pearl Drift

 

Poem 4 of "Alborada"

The tide drags infinitesimal suns,

Scattering golden pearls upon the shore.

It wets them with sand and rolls them, evanescent.

Crowns from other worlds arriving at these shores.

Clean is its thirst and is its desire,

To make a star from the Ocean,

That it may foam and perfume

On the threshold of Dawn.

Unceasing terrestrial tides, through the moon, repeat the pulsation of the cosmos in the masses of water. This is the gravitation that dragged seeds of life, generating rivers in the Ocean at the beginning of life on this Earth, home and garden of mobile Existence. This river of curvatures, water flowing in water, carries with it with unstoppable force myriads of tiny suns: our Souls. The flashes of sunlight scattered on the wet sand are their ethereal casing. When we focus on them, they become golden pearls, but they have the sand of the planet, of this beach, stuck to them. The earth impregnates them and coats them with infinitesimal ancestral shells that cover their golden splendor with remnants of other casings, of other transpersonal souls that evanescently repeat another psychic cycle of Life on the Planet: that of my observant and rolling existence in Samsara. The wheel is a crown and a path for the star, rings of return that reach the shore.

The second stanza speaks to us of the transcendental intention of the transpersonal souls that achieve human existence from the stellar tide of which the first stanza spoke. Clean, spontaneous, and pure is that primordial intention of the currents of Samsara in all their evanescence. The desire, the thirst for being, has a purpose, it follows a particular gravitation: to radiate Light with an arcane and healing alchemy, that of the Dawn, the sister of the Night. The path to transparency is through the embrace of our own contradictions. To reach the light from the water is a path back home, making a star from the depths of the inscrutable and Titanic Ocean. It is the step from the Titan to the God, from the Asura to the Deva, from darkness to Light, from the limited ego to the perspective of infinitude.

The desire is clear and the alchemy follows the paths of the foam: air in the water, bubbles of suns distinct from the suns that roll on the sand, worlds in which light curves in the infinitesimal superficial dome of the fleeting bubbles. That fragile evanescence of worlds, be it in golden pearls or in foams of liminal Universes—that persistence of appearances and disappearances in the encounter of Light with Water—fills the air with ethereal marine fragrances. The foam is the water desiring the form of an aerial flower, and it is a limited prefiguration of the lotus, the fleeting manifestation of a higher beauty. When it fills its desire with light, it shines in the tiny crystalline things that sing to the Dawn, the threshold of the ancestral Usha. The dual action of "foaming" and "perfuming" is embodied in the Rose of Dawn. The human Soul spontaneously seeks to express Love. Even in our most clumsy and limited desires, the echoes of making a star from the Titanic Ocean resonate. This act of making is an unveiling that drives the Great Journey of unveiling, not an egoic act.

The alchemy of making a Star from the human Soul is the great Journey of the Simurgh. The feather of the Simurgh can appear to us on a trip to the beach, among the treasures that the sea casts up with its currents and waves. It is an invitation to go in search of it, and its "encounter," its existentialization, is the origin of all knowledge. However, at the end of the journey, the transpersonal souls reveal that the journey itself was an illusion, another mask. The birds, the souls searching for the Simurgh, when they see themselves reflected in a lake, discover themselves not only as what they sought as an external object, but as the source of all names and all forms, and they understand that the journey has never taken place, and that there is neither Freedom nor Bondage. The movement of the stellar tide is not an intentional act of the small Magician of the ego, but a process of dissolution of the veil of ignorance, a liberation from the illusion of separation and masks to settle us in the Indissoluble Unity of all beings. This is the culmination of the soul's journey, which is expressed in the poetic alchemy that takes place on a walk on the beach where we discover suns at our feet, suns in our bodies, Light everywhere.