Every Shaped Thingby Ivan M. Granger
Original Language English
every shaped thing
the thousand thousand
what do you have?
Each gilded god
by the sun.
I can only
|-- from Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey, by Ivan M. Granger|
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I wrote this poem when I lived on the island of Maui years ago. I was standing outside with a scattered forest of eucalyptus and wattle trees in front of me, with Haleakala volcano to my back. I was standing there in a state of deep meditation, when I opened my eyes -- and I just saw how everything is reaching, turning, pointing heavenward. The material world, when objectified becomes a confusing tangle of desire objects; but when seen truly, quietly, it acts as a great signpost guiding us, pointing out the direction.
All of creation -- every person, every thing, even every idea, "every shaped thing" -- is just a reflection of the divine radiance present everywhere.
Whenever we desire a thing... or person or experience, we artificially deify it, the desire and mental fixation becoming a low form of worship. We may tell ourselves, "I want this, I want that," but what we unknowingly crave is not the thing itself, but that spark of the Eternal barely glimpsed within it. The desired object becomes a "gilded god" -- false in the sense that it is not truly the wholeness we seek; but also, like an "idol" or icon, when approached sincerely and openly, material creation embodies something essential: it points to the Divine which it reflects.
No individual can ever gather enough objects of desire to satisfy desire. Every time we acquire that desired object or experience -- a new job, a new lover, money, an ice cream sundae -- there is a fleeting sense of satisfaction... and then it's gone. And we're already feeling desire again and looking for the next object to hang the desire on. We're looking for the next thing that sparkles. But it is not the object we actually seek, it is that shine. And that shine is the spark of the Divine.
When we learn to see in gold the glimmer of the sun, then we see that everything shines -- everything! -- ourselves included. And then we are truly satisfied.