Standing Naked in the Crowd of Ideas

Edit-Expanded 2022-05-19

Now and again,  my poetic voice compels me to condense  into few stanzas that, which took many years of  Soul level experiences, and its contemplative conclusions baptized with  sweat, blood and tears, cross-checked with my community of the adequate. . . In other words, (as evidenced by what I share) it takes many years of solitude and 'natural' (not forced)  surrender to the Supreme Divine,  countless Soul level Initiations and  Kundalini style karma burning, experiences,  prepared me for  the opportunity to bear witness to what I was destined to See/Feel/Know. . .
Standing Naked in the Crowd of Ideas, (poem)  uses  terminologies that can be found in most mystery traditions. Words like 'Angel',  'Goddess of Clear Light',  are terms for the fully ascended Soul  (because Her Essence is identical with the Supreme Divine).
The word 'naked'  implies  that, even the most exalted mind and its intellect doesn't have access to the domain where the  Divine Mystery  reigns. . .The Mystery of the Ineffable unveils its 'secrets' to the living Soul  at the apex of Her evolution. . .The She - who I sometimes call 'the Queen of Bliss' - speaks without uttering a single word through one who becomes completely transparent to the Depths of the Divine.
It takes a very long time for the custodians of supramental  Knowledge, to arrive at the stage-point where the vanity of the intellct's wisdom destroy's iteself in an empty space of Pure Knowing. Spiritual poetry word-bridges the personal I with God (by whatever name), by weaving into words the subtlety of meaning.
The one  I named my 'primary spiritual peer', Sri Aurobindo, knew, and brilliantly stated why the Supramental Yoga's 'perfection' takes a long time:
 
The Divine in his essence infinite and his manifestation too is multitudinously infinite. If that is so, it is not likely that our true integral perfection in being and in nature can come by one kind of realisation alone; it must combine many different strands of divine experience.
It cannot be reached by the exclusive  pursuit of of a single line of identity that is raised to its absolute; it must harmonise many aspects of the Infinite. An Integral consciousness with a multiform dynamic experience is essential for the complete transformation of our nature.
- Sri Aurobindo,  excerpt from: The Synthesis of Yoga


Cast in the language of the Soul, STANDING NAKED IN THE CROWD OF IDEAS, transcends the symbol-imagery of the intellect and its psychology:

The sacrificed intellect burnt up in the
Fires of the Mystical Heart, is free of concepts and ideas
Which mercilessly suck dry the vital powers of the
Goddess Clear Light.
The She Who Has Been, Is, And Will Be
Whose veil no mortal being has lifted
Speaks through One who stands naked in a crowd of ideas.
 (The) Angel of Profound Inner Illumination, whispers:
"Know Truth from your own experience.
Transparent tranquility, limitless calm and bliss
Will find you  in the arms of the She who sees the Self
 Present in all beings and all beings existing in the Self Divine."

* How is such a thing possible? The law of Bliss Similarity Coherence, links the human Bliss Body (non-biological Soul) with the Essence of the Supreme Beloved.
 In this context, Sri Aurobindo's term, "The supreme supracosmic Sachichidananda, is above all", means the same as 'the Essence of the Supreme Beloved'.

And, again, in Aurobindo's words excerpt from:  Savitri, Book Three, Canto Two, pg 314 - a perfect example of spiritual poetry at its finest.

Alone Her hands can change Time's dragon base.
Her's is the mystery of the Night concealed;
The spirit's alchemist energy is hers;
She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.
The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
A power of silence in the depths of God;
She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent,
The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
The Might of all that never yet came down.
All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things.

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