Amethyst Poetry / Writing Saga # 7 / The Holy Grail

 (This writing follows on from Writing Saga # 6 / Those Who Dare Win )

    Not only the world of Arthurian myth and legend contains that coveted conveyor of holy passion, the provider of eternal sustenance, the source and cup of ever living life, the Holy Grail – it is everywhere!…wherever we surrender. The mysterious and invisible Grail emerges and passes through whatever gives it room. Head knowledge alone cannot take us through the length and breadth of Everland, from the shores of Avalon and our own inner world of Annwn;* it simply, is not possible!

   Everland is the realm of the spirit, and as high above the realm of the mind as the heavens are above the earth! And as the two realms are totally different, one ‘solid,’ one ‘vapour,’ even so they do not ‘compute,’ they are opposite, and we cannot use the same methods of entry and passage in the one, for the other. To the earthly mind the things of the spirit are as nonsense, as nothing, as air; it will not find anything it can grip. It was made to be that way, and with a heavenly ‘a flaming sword’ continually discerning and dividing between the two: ‘to keep the way of the tree of life;’ to keep out all that wasn’t of it. Just as there is no rain where a first a vapour wasn’t:  so there is no spiritual thing where first there was no faith.  Faith is the ‘go-between,’ the bridge-maker, the carrier of hope between heaven and earth:  only in a boat can you skim along the waves of a lake:  only in a song can you sing along the path of the wind!

[* Annwn:  n. name of Welsh mythical land; “In-World.” 

See:  'Writing Saga # 5'  )]

These are the titles of the next four ragged writings of Amethyst Poetry:

Rails Retracing

Seasons of Alterings

Tortoiseshell Callings  

In the Heart of Me