What was said vs understood?
 

Ten interpretations of John 1.1
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."

Take your pick! Or better still, self realise your own insight.

Interpretation of the agnostic:

Original thought is energy created by that One thinker
Manifests through all that is, as the Word of the Creator
It is a concept which we cannot yet fully understand
Perhaps we are in a subset of the Set beyond which God stands

Interpretation of the evangelist:

When none was, HE was
Of all that is and was, HE is the cause
HE passed on his Word to Jesus, his son
HE, the one true GOD and Jesus became one

Interpretation of the theosophist:

The matter manifest and the energy concealed were once unified
The magical breath, the wave, the impulse, made them become untied
So what appears to be duality
Is in reality a singularity
The source sent this wave forth, pervading time and space
HE, the source, the creator, is in all and yet apart, in an unfathomable place

Interpretation of the atheist:

The Bible talks of a beginning while the Gita says that there is no beginning and no end
All doctrines appear to be works of fiction to make our will bend
Why does John 1.1 say 'word' instead of using a more lucid expression?
Unless the word 'word' symbolises something nearest to it in description
If that be so, the spoken Word is a sound to the human ear and a wave in scientific terminology
So if in the beginning was a wave and the creator of the wave was God, we are in the realm of theology
More baffling being the concept that the wave maker and the wave are one
It's like a jigsaw puzzle with parts incomplete, with which I am done!

Interpretation of the analyst:

Word is preceded by thought and thought by a thinker, looking inwards
The word is then of the thinker propelling his thought as action, outwards
If the word becomes the thinker then the world is nothing but thought
An inexplicable creation into which we have been brought!

Interpretation of the scientist:

The beginning of time means the Big Bang!
Eons after which life formed and birds sang
The Word may then be likened to an outpouring of infinite energy
Bringing to form all we know in an expanding synergy

Interpretation of an artist:

The Word is the divine breath creating a multitude of living bubbles
The breath is and was with God, who for us has undertaken all these troubles
Bringing life and light into the void, the empty space
God is indistinguishable from the Word showering upon all his benign grace!

Interpretation of a theorist:

Prior to the beginning, there was only space like a giant empty womb
The beginning saw God infuse energy and life into what otherwise was an empty tomb
Just like the life growing within the womb knows nothing of what lies outside its boundary
Who God is will forever remain a mystery, our quandary

Interpretation of an occultist:

The Word, it's being with God and becoming God represents the divine trinity
Akin to the Hindu concept of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh, whose powers extend to infinity

Interpretation of a meditationalist:

Respecting the preacher, the interpreter, graced by divine wisdom they imbibed
Grateful for the symbolism from their hearts aptly described
Observing their endearing embrace sought to be shared
Endeavouring to our dispel ignorance by insights emphatically declared
Knowing that although the word is not the thing
Yet delving in its essence may give us wings
Going in, within, in the stillness, actually being to become
The Universe and our consciousness are entwined as one
Dissolved in the current, yet blissfully distinct
Free of fetters, our ego extinct
The now moment is our reality, all other speculations possibly egoism
Be they theism, atheism, panentheism or any other ism
Does reality manifesting reality make the manifested an illusion?
Is not fragmented thought, thought being matter, akin to delusion?
Why not rest limited thought which eludes the here & now
Wisdom is being in & within this moment, resting inquiry of what, where, when & how

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Are all these statements corresponding to various thinkers your own original writing?

They seem impressive either way.

I like more than one of these - most of them though.

When we say ‘our thoughts’, what is their origin?

Can you rephrase the question please?

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Ok, let’s try the inadequate medium of words...

The vibrational frequency at which our consciousness is, as at this time
Gathers correspondent thought-energy from the Universe with which entwined

Clarity
Parity

Brain is a mere computer; a receiver, a transmitter
Who is the operator?

Wisdom essence
Imbibed by stillness presence

By a non-doer, non-thinker
Then who? The feeler!

Interesting.

Silent tears
Hidden fears
Unvoiced thought
Unnoticed by the bigot

Intriguing, mate!

Their pretended emotion
Observed, yet ignored
Dispersing the magic potion
Our love nonjudgingly outpours

Sweet and fascinating!

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Fascination!
Resonation!

Happy you liked it! :smile:

Viewing wilful God-neglect, allowing our struggles
No help seemingly offered during our troubles
Misunderstanding, our heart feeling a painful dent
Apparent God-neglect concealing its true intent
Facilitating our self-reliance & firm grounding
Making us fearless of war bugles sounding

The first word

I

The second word

Am

The third word

You



Who are we to say...

What I is..

Taste
Touch
Listen
And see...

What are we...

Food for the Gods?

Food for thoughts...

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Thought ... limited
Employed ... then rested
Feel ... as in feeeel
Within ... expanded appeal

Words ... symbols
Thoughts ... nimble
Useful ... for positioning
And the heart alone ... for realising

The constructive suggestion
Interpreted as contradiction
The pure love emotion
Suspected to be a hemlock potion

Girl child abandoned, being unwanted
Memories haunted
Years pass busily
Heart heavy, beating uneasily
Final moments
Painfully poignant
He then recognises
Realises
That the caring nurse
Singing the melodious verse
Is her! The one, with the tender touch
His child! Her hand he does clutch
He seeks forgiveness arising from regret
Delusional to the end, ego elevating self to self-elect
But she is the non-self, divine-entwined
Free from the ego bind
Their hands touch
He says ‘thank you very much’
She says ‘heal your heart yourself’
‘By surrendering your desire self‘
He takes her divine wisdom as rejection
Misunderstanding, emotes dejection
Language of non-self & ego-self never meet
One speaks from love & the other babbles in Greek

Anything I can do ...
No thanks!
If only we knew
Before consciousness sank

Let’s catch up sometime?
When? Tomorrow?
A time ... anytime ... (I have no time!)
Subterfuge makes for sorrow

Forgiveness

Feeling pleased that we readily forgive if not forget
Rising above others who nurse grudges & hold onto regret
To all such ‘risen’ beings : a question
Time for honest introspection

The need to forgive arises owing to action by the other, perceived as injury ...
Who is injured? The ego; upon which we perform forgiveness as a surgery
So that we remain calm, tranquil, with poised equanimity
A self-hypnosis self-serving process to preserve our sanity

A dog barks & snarls, we are not offended, knowing it’s nature
It is only in human to human contact that we judge the others stature
So instead of pretended forgiving, let us cultivate loving acceptance
Heart over head, we are free of words like forgiveness & repentance

Forgiving is nothing else than repression of our negative emotion
Non judging love is the one & only magic potion
Where love is, we judge not, only embrace, so no need of forgiving
Divine-entwined, our heart is always joyously singing!

Earth-Life

Hermit in his cocoon
Asked this boon
Immersion in chaos
To serve the Logos

Thrust among the many
Harbouring hate, greed & envy
To blend with the crowd
Buried conscience under a shroud

Serving became self-serving
Trampling over the deserving
Until one day he awoke by grace
Dismayed at his soul defaced

Engaging in dialogue with his guide
Who always was beside
Though he knew not
Having for the moment, forgot

I have no merit!
What of it, if pure in spirit?

The light dawns! What is the source?
Light self-reveals upon cleansing ego coarse!

So easy! Then why this suffering?
Your choice! In being, becoming!

Shifting horizons

The question ethical
Often comical
When viewed childlike
Without conditioned dislike

Narrow perception
Often a deception
If equator be justice
Where is the sun at solstice?

Ripples

Stone flung into the calm & still lake
The ripples having far reaching effect
If but the water had chosen to forsake
The impact would have had no affect

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The learned professor, articulate but eristic
Upon meeting the humble mystic
Propounded scientific theories of a Universe grand
Annoyed that the illiterate found it in a grain of sand

Boomerang

Caesar is so hard to please!
With no one trying to appease ...
It is not surprising
To observe temperature rising!
Render unto Caesar
The things that are Caesar’s!
The target being imaginary
Possibly egoic imagery
The boomerang by the aggressor thrown
Returns to the sender after it has flown!

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Arguments

It is no longer important
To have the last word
When the conversation
Has long ended and
Only distorted echoes remain

Art of conversation

In conversation, our dynamic centre deeply connects
Nonjudging, perceptions of each, joyously accepts
Zestfully engages, effortlessly releases
Agendalessly flows, accidentally pleases

Investigates interim truth honestly
Knowing that the elusive finality
Shifts as we evolve, with time
A gift of variety of the divine sublime

The centre is still, the periphery moves
In unchartered, pathless virgin grooves
Memory-linked thought perceptions denied
At each instant, in childlike wonder, surprised

Orientation being to learn, not teach
Lovingly reach
Hearts
Each instant in the time continuum, we start

Afresh

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Child’s prayer

Oh God! You work for us day & night!
Lightening our burdens & heightening our delight!
You are the best!
You look tired! Get some rest!

Oh God! Take care of yourself and get some sleep!
We on earth, as we sow, so we will reap!
Do not worry whether or not your children understand!
All will be well! I’m here next to you, holding your hand!

Just be! Be! Be!

Blurred vision, judgmental perception
Ignorance leading to specious logic deception

Lovers holding hands ... in sharing tenderness
Divine-connect enabled ... in loving innocence

Grasping the ladders next rung
Now within range of the song unsung
Stepped down to hold the hand
Of he who found it awkward to stand

Sensory trap

The apparition glimpsed
Reality
Self-doubt, scientific imagining
Our conditioning

The telepathic message
Wisdom
Our analysis
Hallucination, paralysis

Limited thought & Five sense perception
Necessary instruments
Divine-connect, God-realisation
Life journey fructification

Karma

Needlessly reacting
Reprimanding
The street urchin
For an inconsequential lapse
The gleam in his eye dimmed
As did mine
His silence
Became mine
He contracted
As did I
For we are all One
Connected

Wherefrom came the exalted thought
That inspiration along with it brought?

Truly gorgeous

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:hug3:

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In the end..

What are you?

This is all leading up to it...

Like you have the answer...

:rolleyes:


God help me..


The ranked is thinking.

It is it.

But hey

Put some air

Between us.

And my crotch.:biggrin:

Eat the fruit in reality to know it’s taste
Pseudo-intellectualism is a total waste
Thoughts with thoughts continue to spar
Consciousness close to the source, yet afar

Amen! I totally agree.
One can study an apple from a far. How ever long.
One can read all about others' experience of tasting an apple
One will never be able to know its taste until actually tasting an apple.
:wink:

Namaste

Namaste: Folded hands
Power energy bands
Neutralised
Sanitised
Surrendered to the source
Abdicating use of force

Ego: Open hands
Taking a stand
For action
Reaction
As the ego churns
The boomerang returns

Namaste: Folded hands
Uniting people and lands
Loving recognition
Of divinity beyond rendition
In all
No big, no small

Ego: Open hands
Reaching for desires grand
Self serving
Trampling the deserving
Regrets of yesterday, fears of tomorrow
Nurturing conflict, suffering & sorrow

Agendaless ascension

It is early morning
There will be no warning
Beauteous bird in its flight
May turn left or may turn right

Each branch of the tree is inviting
Slowly swaying & teasingly enticing
It knows not in its unexpectant search
When & where the nightingale will perch

Parallax

There is no echo
For there is no surface
Off which sounds may bounce
Yet the melody is imbibed
Embraced & assimilated
Released
In an instant
Unclingingly

There is no dissent
Between the one who sees
Externally
And the one who employs
The subtle single eye
To energetically connect
Universally
Both are blessed

The feigned joy
A ploy
Laughter alive & potent
Held for another moment

Sure-footedly walking the pathless path,
following the scents of divine love
When his nose was blocked,
his eyes tracked the flight of the angelic dove