May I be a venturi

between Spirit and sufferer.

I believe that Music can be the tipping point that (relatively) permanently transposes the ratio so that the sufferer is now more Matrophilial than matrodeimal.

But it comes not just from hearing the music but Knowing it. Not the composer, the conductor, the orchestra. More than all that — much More.

Not what is heard but what is abstracted through the hearing. And now lives inside the sufferer. Not someone saying “I love you,” but what you hear in your heart forever after.

That’s the More. That’s Music.

The uterus shrinks with middle age,
but the Womb ever Expands –
with her more Knowing
her mother as Love.

No longer to mother
— now to be Mother.

Maturation — not just aging –
is ever more Knowing her love.
Maturation — Matrophilia.

It is said that when drowning your whole life flashes before your eyes. If so, then at that very instant we suddenly Know why we have lived.

Isaiah Berlin,* elaborating on Archilochus, the ancient Greek poet, states that foxes who “know many things” are scattered in their thoughts, their motives, their actions. Whereas hedgehogs “know one big thing,” they “relate everything to a single central vision … a single, universal, organizing principle.”

We may have lived our whole lives as foxes, but even so, perhaps at the moment of dying, there comes an illuminating clarity: we have all always been hedgehogs but never knew it.

Perhaps we all die as hedgehogs.

* Russian Thinkers (London: Penguin, 1994), p. 22.

“Call no man happy before he dies, he is at best but [merely] fortunate.”

Solon

“Judge none blessed before his death.”

Ecclesiasticus Ch. 13, V. 1

Happy and blessed is he, Knowing now the reason for the existence that will no longer exist. Surrendered, surrendered, to the Karmic Plan.

Happy and blessed is he, Knowing his spirit is returning to the Mother of Love.

I open my heart to you, Mother,
as I Know you are open to me.