1989
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01 Pardes the Garden, Writing Pen, Kebayoran, Jakarta, Sunday, October 1st 1989
02 The Way of the Heart, Writing Pen, Kebayoran, Jakarta, Sunday, October 1st 1989
03 Via Solitaria, Writing Pen, Kebayoran, Jakarta, Sunday, October 1st 1989
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01 Pardes the Garden
Inspired by the experiences of Findhorn Garden
Encouraged by the study of the Kabbala
Where Pardes of the Garden of God is discussed
I began to walk to find another garden
Where I could meet myself and my God
And once there to hold a communion
An act of sharing in common with all
Participating in the celebration of life
With many forms, patterns, and thoughts
That emanated for the sake of all
From the God beyond, the God within
This went on till in the silence of the moment
I found my true self which was of old
As I stood in wonder in the garden of my heart
The garden called Eden where Adam lived
Is also known by the name of Pardes
It is the place where the triangular communion
Between God, nature, and mankind occurs
Of old it was the place where man began
To think of his existence and purpose
And in all humility proclaimed:
I live, therefore I am … I move, therefore I am … I know, therefore I am
I think, therefore I am …I unite, therefore I am … I love, therefore I am
For man came to realize how wonderful it was
That through revelation and through his own effort
He understood that he was one in communion
With all vegetation growing on earth
With all animals roaming the earth
With all other men existing on earth
With all the suns, moons and stars of the universe
With the Almighty God whose language is love
This understanding was imprinted within his heart
Even when he had to leave Pardes out of his disobedience
Even when it grew dimmed through years of separation
Even when it was forgotten as civilization developed
He may not see it clearly, for it is not there now
He may not believe it, for it cannot be owned
He may not realize it, for it has now been forgotten
And yet in his restless years of living he knows
That there is something God has given him
Which he has to recover, which he has to attain
For it will be his only means for growing up
To be the person and creature he was intended
To be the crown of the universe, the Prince of Life
If only he could find his way back to Pardes
To once again hold the sacred communion
And celebrate the joy of living with others
If only he could realize how it really was
That the garden did not disappear entirely
That it was withdrawn though not taken
That it was with-held though not disolved
Pardes is still within and around him
Come ! Find your way to Pardes the garden
To once again hold communion and celebrate life!
(Writing Pen) (H1/01/10/1989)
There is a place called Linggamurti,
Which they claim to be a reflection of my country
There is another place called Giri,
Which they claimto be a manifestation of the world
Places held in reverence for there a holy man had lived,
And prayed and meditated unceasingly
Places his followers believe contain great,
Mysterious, miraculous,
And amazing powers
And it is to these places
They direct their thoughts, ideas, and affectionate feelings
These places, called Linggamurti and Giri, are so special to me
Because the holy man had walked there
And chose them to be the places where he loved
And later others had also come after him,
And with him, to build in compassion, to create in love
So divine, natural and human energies
Met and became one for the sake of truth
But most companions have often lost their track
For this journey is a movement rather than a travelling
A process rather than a pilgrimage to places
What a waste it is to burden oneself with other souls
What a troublesome task it is to take others with oneself
Give toys to those who desire breakable toys
Provide wine to them who enjoy parties
But never invite them to the Via Solitaria
Since it is one's own and has been given to no one else
Go on my soul, forward, never to retreat
Be yourself, on your own, as your heart desires
(Writing Pen) (H1/01/10/1989)
Who is your companion, what is a companion
Why are you with her and what for
Who decided that you should be married
Bonded by a contract, ritual and convention
Answer honestly with the force of your heart!
Do you think it is worth the while to sacrifice freedom
So that happiness becomes almost like a reality
Which is more dear to your own personal self
A warm family life or a brave but lonely life
To the one who is able to see with a hidden eye
Such questions are meaningless and inconsequential
Because whichever way it will be, he is always alone
(Writing Pen) (H1/01/10/1989)