On a state of Grace

There is a TV clip bouncing around my algo bubble of a young Leonard Cohen telling a TV host interviewer

“When I get up in the morning, my real concern is to discover whether or not I’m in a state of Grace.”

I love myself some satsang with the late LC.

The TV host wants to know what he means by ‘a state of Grace’, and LC goes on to give an example of an escape ski, just riding the contours of the terrain.

What he speaks about is the meeting of reality, the meeting and letting ourselves be met by life. We have a tendency of creating all kinds of elusive strategies to avoid the fullness of life, with all of its messiness and chaos, and bumps and detours, not realizing that it is in the very meeting that we encounter Grace, or divinity.

Most of us experience creation through the lens of separation. 

This makes it seem as if divinity is at a distance, as if it is far away, 

As if whatever is happening now is blocking something, somehow,

when in reality 

creation IS divinity.

Form is pouring out of formlessness as an expression of That.

Practicing intimacy with creation, meeting and being met, is to recognise that there is no separation between creation and creator.

And so our practice becomes this bridge into divinity,

as we trace the wave back…

But when I stray away from practice I seem to slip further and further away from fleeting states of Grace. I loose connection to source, and to my eros that is my divining rod to source. It is in states of Grace that I gain access to deep reservoirs of untapped creativity, inspiration and the real turn on and juice for life.

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

LC tells us to look for the cracks. 15th century mystic Kabir tells us “Wherever you are is the entry point.” Meaning that the state of God can be experienced wherever you are, there will be a crack in there - find it, slip into it, that is spiritual practice.

Finding the cracks in the hardened shield we have imagined around reality, and letting it crack open into its wide expansive infinitely creative unknown.

The path is made up of grief and eros and longing, the wellspring of which is holy.

xR