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The World's Cruel Kiss

Ivan M. Granger, Ivan M. Granger poetry, Secular or Eclectic, Secular or Eclectic poetry,  poetry, [TRADITION SUB2] poetry, Yoga / Hindu poetry by Ivan M. Granger
(1969 - ) Timeline

Original Language
English

Secular or Eclectic
Yoga / Hindu : Advaita / Non-Dualist
Contemporary

The world's cruel kiss
purpling on your brow
undreams
a dreaming you.

Mottled,
the swooning fool
cries —

"Bloody, bloody,
but I smell joy!"

 

2003

 

 

Themes

  Bliss
  Lover and Beloved
  Perfume
  Smile
  Trembling



 

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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

The touch of life, the touch of the world is often experienced as painful, cruel. But it is, in truth, loving -- a kiss.

Like a bruise, it purples. And in doing so, it opens the eye of spiritual awareness on the brow, which is often associated with the color purple.

In seeing through the eye of spiritual awareness, the dream perception of "normal" life falls away and you see things as they really are. You also see what you thought of as yourself, the ego self, as having only been a part of the dream. The ego self too is seen as insubstantial, unreal. The opened spiritual eye undreams a dreaming you.

You become a fool, seeing the world in ways that seem crazy to the rest of the world still caught up in the dream. This opening can cause such a rush of divine energy that you can feel joyously drunk, and moments of physical trembling or swooning can occur. Of course, the traditional clothing of a court fool was motley, a multi-colored patchwork. But a spritual fool is wears his motley on his psychic skin; he or she has accepted the bruises of life experience until a multi-colored robe is created, symbolizing the attainment of simplicity.

Bloody, bloody,
But I smell joy!

There is an opera that has a scene of a festival. Amidst the celebrations, the village fool declares, "Joyous, joyous, but I smell blood." This reverses that statement.

People see so much pain and suffering in the world -- and it is there, since it is perceived as such. But the spiritually realized "fool" sees that, contrary to expectation, beneath even that suffering is a foundation of unending joy.

 

 


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