There is, all around us,
Of original fire.
You know what I mean…
Off the Cape,
The humpbacks rise. Carrying their tonnage
Of barnacles and joy…
…They sing, too.
And for any reason
You can’t imagine…
They smash through the surface, someone begins
Shouting for joy and you realize
It is yourself…
…I know several lives worth living…
Listen, whatever it is you try
To do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
Like the dreams of your body,
Longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
Toss their dark mane and hurry
Back into the fields of littering fire
Even the great whale,
Throbs with song.
Mary today could be Rumi as she speaks of the fire of origination where joy bursts forth to spark our dreams into being. Our bodies and our spirit are best friends playing out in the waves beyond wrongdoing and rightdoing. But like good friends, they often argue with one another and compare themselves thinking they are separate. What if our joy is not in ultimate union with god, the whole of existence, or the giant whale, but in the union of loving our bodies and spirits, and hence loving all bodies and spirits. If we can love the whale, we can love the world, within, and without.
Have you seen a whale? What brings you the joy of fire that Mary speaks of?