The actual order (the Implicate Order) itself has been recorded in the complex movement of electromagnetic fields, in the form of light waves. Such movement of light waves is present everywhere and in principle enfolds the entire universe of space and time in each region.
Homage to you, Supreme Hologram Projectionist,
whose mysterious wizardry blazes as this world,
all magical apparition, joy and endless play.
By what art did you forge
the whole into the part,
the sun in the spark?
And how where you able to fit
the elephant in the ant?
You come to the party as everybody
and hide in everything,
which is the best disguise.
Oh great wonder, thought-spewed heaven,
the great mystery is just a riddle of higher aesthetics—
in the cusp of pleasure, ripened
as a coconut in a palmtree
falls when a crow alights,
the universe unfolds, in love,
at the glimmer of sight.
The wave-form collapses into being
pageantry of suns,
beauty as theurgy,
all becomes true,
through your Eye.
I bow to you Great Coder of Wholeness
in Light’s Diamond Matrix enfolded,
the Weaver of Sky with Mind,
the Vessel of Bright Attainment,
the One who hid the star in the gem,
so to play a game
of hide and seek,
razzle and dazzle,
round and round
in drowsy wheel,
until we reach the milky-lake of Memory,
and drink the poison
shining as mead
and recognise the heart-essence,
the light seed
Oh Thou Who Has Thus Gone to Bliss
and wake up in me!
I bow to the Causeless Cause,
Stainless Light of the Great Expanse,
You who strung the Net of Pearls,
the moral tapestry of cause and effect,
You who saw the law in the wheel that follows the ox,
and so as sure our thoughts, whether good or bad,
make our path.
You who set free the straying ghost
through the unity of awareness and emptiness
leading him thus to reality.
Fantastic Master of Mirage,
Weaver of Space and Mind!
I take joy in how each pearl reflects all the other pearls
and each of its reflections
making the universe just a big bright necklace.
And in all the pools shines the one same moon
–Mother of Pearls–
and though the water moves nothing can stain her face.
This is who we are: just a reflection of a reflection of a reflection…
a will-o’-the-wisp, a bubble, a rainbow, an echo.
I bow to the One who weaves himself seamlessly in selflessness
all throughout this network of stars and signs.
And though you are selfless, each star is a syllable
that spells your name.
And thou you have no face,
each blaze of starlight reveals
your true guise.
All appearances have your seal,
stainless writings in the sky.
I take joy and wonder in the mystery of your craft,
in how you achieved nothingness so that all can be,
removing any substance, any blockage,
only open ever-pregnant emptiness—
always becoming, the unstoppable machinery of phenomena
makings waves out of energy and archetypes
that we live in, or do they live us?
Persona, sacred theatre, ecstatic performance,
frolic and play, wisdom and ignorance,
bliss and suffering,
all is the dance of one taste.
This moment: a bird explodes in the foliage
color and song, the kids laugh,
clouds break up over the mountain
brightness winks in the grass
and flies into the eye,
that is the same as the sun.
Acknowledging the mirror-dance of deity in man.
This moment, the unfolding of light.
This body, the salt-crystal of light.
This life, the self-knowingness of light.
This poem, an offering in effulgence-praise
to the Self-Aware Hologram of Light.
This poem was written spontaneously on contemplating a wish-fulfilling gem in the month of the lion by Alejandro Martínez Gallardo, with a non-sectarian bent, accepting all as dream, yearning for the Wisdom Sky that his teacher saw.