It has been said that that old Father of the Desert, St. Antony, began his day with these words: "Today I will begin"... everyday, "Today I will begin"... Assuming nothing is a most radical form of grace: the grace of yesterday is gone, and the hope for tomorrow is only a dream: today is all that we ever "have": and it too is passing away... The essential wisdom of the Divine Feminine is "I will put on my happy face as I struggle in my prayer and work!" Like every mother throughout time, and the men who live deeply in love, to rise before the sun to "ready the day" with food is life in the "marrow" of the Christ Consciousness... heating the beans and warming the tortillas for breakfast and lunch... a few seconds of prayer before the kitchen altar spaced between the stirring of the spoon... have you ever stopped in the sudden realization that this entire precious blue Planet is as both Mother and Altar? Such realizations seldom happen after the sun has risen...
The sacred place for contact with the Divine is especially found in the heart: it is as if the heart is the fountain in the center of a garden... Centering there, in the "place of the Holy within", one is always in contact with the One. We are held in being by the Sacred Imagination, fed interiorly by the Holy One's sacred desire for a communion of being... Centering our awareness within the heart, we may like the mothers of the world, become living prayers: this constancy is key to relationship, to the vivification of our lives: sort of like the radiant freedom that comes with donning the mask of a clown: even the shy one can act liberated and silly wearing the mask of clowning radiance...
Can you see yourself walking down the road with a few beloved friends -- sort of like a little tribe of clowning passionate possibilitarians? Can you see yourself filling your days with "happy" -- and sharing that joy with everyone you meet? Can you see the children flocking to you, the mothers thanking you, and the fathers remembering the promises they had made to themselves? Can you see a contagion of rEvolution as you tell your stories of greatness and love? Can you see the fear and defenses dissipating even as you talk? Can you hear the rising tide of voices, "How can I help?" "How can I become great?" "Daddy, can you wear a happy clown face, too?"
Mother Mary didn't give birth to the Poem just one time and, "I'm glad that's over!" No: she is birthing the Poem on every page of our lives -- if we take the time to read between the lines of the stories that we are busy writing. The Poem vibrates in loving ecstasy within the atoms whirling to silent music everywhere: we can hear that music in the silent depths of our hearts... and we can manifest the beauty and power of the Poem in our daily works for mercy and justice: beauty within beauty within beauty, compassion without end... perhaps all that we really need is a bit of face paint, a colorful wig, and a big red nose: what are you willing to do to become "love without limits"?
Robert Daniel Smith was privileged to serve the homeless and marginalized for 30 years in Salinas, California. Together with his wife, Michelle, they founded an intentional community called the 'Companions of the Way', also in Salinas. Robert and Michelle are community organizers, Catholic Worker renegades, sacred activists, writers, poets, artists, Divine Mother devotees, and practitioners of Kriya Yoga as taught by Rev. Ellen Grace O'Brian of the Center for Spiritual Enlightenment. Michelle is also a Montessori public school teacher. Robert is also an ordained Interfaith Minister.