It seems I’m not the only one with a weak connection to the divine lately. It seems that the solar eclipse heralded a weak connection for many people. It’s almost as if the Divine itself had been hidden behind the moon and has yet to fully emerge.
I e-mailed my bishop… I hadn’t even spoken to him in over a month and I felt terribly guilty. So I told him everything going on, the worldly cares, the weak connection, the engrossing projects.
He said he and others in the congregation were facing much the same thing. The signal is weak for him too. It’d be one thing if we were all in the same place together, but I hadn’t been to mass or spoken to him in ages!
So tonight I was in the need for music and I got to thinking about a song from Ravi Shankar’s Chants of India caled Prabhujee.
What I didn’t realize until I looked them up was how appropriate the lyrics are:
Oh Master,show some compassion on me,
Please come and dwell in my heart.
Because without you, it is painfully lonely,
Fill this empty pot with the nectar of love.
I do not know any Tantra, Mantra or ritualistic
worship i know and believe only in you.
I have been searching for you all over all the world,
please come and hold my hand now.
That pretty much sums up my feeling. Yearning for the divine the way the grass yearns for the sun when a cloud covers it, naturally and earnest. Shankar speaks of this from a Hindu idiom but the longing is the same.
I will await the God above God and speak Their thousand and one names in love.