Inscendence as a complementary word to the transcendence brings you contemplations on various topics from the perspective of the reflective, associative and internal intelligence. A journey into depths to find, like Rumi said, the “Messiah, in my heart, I bear.” (مسيحا در دلم پيدا و من بيمار می گردم).
Enjoy the articles. Take them in. More than philosophical discussions or my attempts to convince you of anything, approach them as gentle meditations. Let them reveal that which your own Inner Heart knows. Perhaps they invite you to dream or to look at Reality with an expanded gaze.
[The articles from the old website, Orphic Inscendence, are here too.]
He Saw Her Bathing
Many are stories in which, consumed by instinct & impulse, a man's gaze at Beauty comes to a fatal end. Beauty loves transgression of her Lover and She loves the One who hears Her invitation & joins Her for the loveplay, but She will only ever allow the transgression to the One who looks at Her with Love & pure, directed & willed desire. The story of the Beauty at Her Bath, at its very Heart seems to tell: "The waters that glisten against my body will either be the amniotic fluid of his new life, its purifying & initiatory baptism or the boundless Ocean in which he is to drown."
The Paradisiacal Gaze
In this meditation, I gaze at myself through the Gaze of Divine. This is the gaze of Supreme Perfection, Boundless Purity & Absolute Unity - from that perspective, I see myself. I see her delight in flowers, I see her filled with ecstasy, I see her enjoying beautiful fabrics, perfume & juicy fruits, I see her creating, I see her resting, I see her teasing & playing, and no matter what she is doing or in what mode is she manifesting, the only thought that appears is: "My beautiful One, my Heart's Delight, my whole Universe, how I love you!"
Talk To Me, Red One
When a soul tires of wandering in the cruel desert, she finds some shelter, some place of rest. Her sorrow & grief may overwhelm her & the hopelessness may find its peak that surrender to God becomes the only option. Yet it is when the soul is rest, when she has found its peace (as its final inclination), that she can hear her lover's steps - for she has stopped reacting & rising her head up at any echo coming from the distance. Silent, rest & at peace, she trusts to recognise the one true pair of steps over a million of false ones. Finally, she finds peace.