notes on bhakti: up the down staircase
The power of the ‘divine’/’human’ dream is that each perspective beckons the other. The micro is not broad enough, and the macro is too distant. The mind seeks pleasure in the transitional zone between the two, its pleasure deepening as its focus widens or narrows in a surge of learning. Becoming god is ecstatic, being god is not. Becoming man is entastic, being man is not. It is not enough to see that the categories of human and divine are dependent and intrinsic. The categories seduce only where they meet. The child does not play on the slide by resting at either the top or the bottom.
Consciousness does not want to arrive somewhere. Omniscience is a static ideal. Resolve everything to the snowdrop. Let the snowdrop catapult the mind to all things white.
Experience funnels upward, released of constraint. Skyward, into air element and its whorls. As quickly, experience plunges to earth to examine mosses and lichen. Move between the muddy feet of the toddler and flare of hawk. The transcendent impulse is born of the immanent plunge. I rise into the elk, into cat and squirrel. Rising, I find roots.
The interpenetration of human and divine categories is embodied in blending iconography. Jesus the god exposes the human heart; Hanuman the monkey rips open his chest to reveal Ram and Sita; in the morning I open my heart to release swallows and glowing missives through nervous wires. We are each embedded in each, in this, our transubstantial dialogue.