Tuesday, March 13, 2018
The Transformed Human––poem by Dorothy
The Transformed Human
The cabalists called it "Adam Kadmon"
and followed strange practices
to achieve their goal.
The alchemists strove to turn
the base metal of the species into gold,
always in secret,
away from censoring eyes.
Teihard de Chardin said it would happen
at the Omega Point, the place
where heaven and earth meet.
Aurobindo spoke
of the Divine Human,
something in the making,
and we hold our own notions
of the New Person
now being born.
The Transformed Human.
Who is this being
so long sought,
so fervently desired?
Are we ourselves
being cast into a new mold,
a better, more luminous,
more transcendent version of ourselves?
Will our refashioned nerves and renewed senses
carry us to an unknown way of perceiving
and acting,
a more peaceful and caring
way of relating to ourselves
and the world?
Will we now be more closely connected
to the unseen Divine?
What is the power propelling
such transfiguration?
Is it cosmic energy, predestination,
benevolent beings from elsewhere,
places far removed?
Unseen divinities shaping
our course,
gods who cherish us,
leading us on?
Some say it is an inevitable process
of nature, where simpler systems
always combine into higher
formulations of themselves.
Some feel it is Kundalini,
life force entering and animating all.
Some call it a field of Love,
pulsating god source that holds all of us
in its embrace,
shows us the way.
Dorothy Walters
March 9, 2018
