SACRED NO-NAME LOVE
If certain names are discarded, so too might be confusing, clannish nomenclatures. The sun is no less light by another name and water is no less wet. Surely a selfish pride of naming, in naming, appears to have precedence over conception.
How much better may we be if we feel beyond its name to the thing?
If we were to intuit beyond banal exteriors into the unseen interiors, would not we feel greater certainty, than we do presently in our fatuity?
Would not we then be, would not we feel, blessedly assured of that strangely familiar type known, felt, celebrated, and bequeathed to us by enslaved Africans in America?
These sacred forebears could see through; could feel through; could intuit their way through highways and byways and no-ways in some ways! And didn't feel noways tired !
It did not have a name, whatsoever it was that prompted, that enabled their perspicuity or their ingenuity!
Plotinus in his chapter on "Beauty" describes it memorably, accurately:
"Such vision is for those only who are with the Soul 's sight--and at the vision they will rejoice, and awe will fall upon them and a trouble deeper than all the rest could ever stir, for now they are moving in the realm of Truth.
"This is the spirit that Beauty must ever induce, wonderment and delicious trouble, longing and love and a trembling that is all delight. For the unseen all this may be felt as for the seen; and this the Souls feel for it, and every Soul in some degree, but those the more deeply that are more truly apt to the higher love..."
P.49, THE ENNEADS (1991)
Monday, October 10, 2016
SACRED NO NAME LOVE
SACRED NO-NAME LOVE
If certain names are discarded, so too might be confusing, clannish nomenclatures. The sun is no less light by another name and water is no less wet. Surely a selfish pride of naming, in naming, appears to have precedence over conception.
How much better may we be if we feel beyond its name to the thing?
If we were to intuit beyond banal exteriors into the unseen interiors, would not we feel greater certainty, than we do presently in our fatuity?
Would not we then be, would not we feel, blessedly assured of that strangely familiar type known, felt, celebrated, and bequeathed to us by enslaved Africans in America?
These sacred forebears could see through; could feel through; could intuit their way through highways and byways and no-ways in some ways! And didn't feel noways tired !
It did not have a name, whatsoever it was that prompted, that enabled their perspicuity or their ingenuity!
Plotinus in his chapter on "Beauty" describes it memorably, accurately:
"Such vision is for those only who are with the Soul 's sight--and at the vision they will rejoice, and awe will fall upon them and a trouble deeper than all the rest could ever stir, for now they are moving in the realm of Truth.
"This is the spirit that Beauty must ever induce, wonderment and delicious trouble, longing and love and a trembling that is all delight. For the unseen all this may be felt as for the seen; and this the Souls feel for it, and every Soul in some degree, but those the more deeply that are more truly apt to the higher love..."
P.49, THE ENNEADS (1991)