soup, or mind

A poem I wrote a few years ago that still feels right. The spacing is off because the Substack editor doesn’t seem to allow single line breaks, at least while posting from an ipad.

It’s hard to stay positive while experiencing the falling of an empire and the rise of authoritarianism, but I try.

when Krishnamurti,

head of the Theosophical

Order of the Star,

dissolved that organization,

he disavowed allegiance

to any nation, caste,

religion, or philosophy,

and spent the rest of

his life devoted to

the liberation of the individual

from all cages and fears

Paramahansa Yogananda

appointed no successors

to his ancient yogic lineage,

declaring that

the age of the guru was past,

destined to be replaced

by a fellowship of spirit

religions have become

violent again, yes again,

because they are fighting extinction,

have become deficient structures

of consciousness,

are being supplanted

by post-religious spirituality

we are moving beyond the cults

of leaders and followers,

we are moving away from

nation states towards

a planetary culture

in this new millennium

we are experiencing

a cultural evolution,

from institutional religion

to a personal spirituality,

in which the unique mind learns

how to immerse itself

into the universal mind through

a process of meditation

the evolution of consciousness

isn't a journey—

it’s a revelation,

a song, a dance,

an act of creation,

in which division

and ignorance are replaced

with a unity of consciousness

in which all human beings

are gnostic individuals

the manifestation of the supermind

is not a promise but

a living fact playing out

every moment, every day,

in the right here,

in the right now