When I was young, my favorite
Saturday morning super heroes
were Aquaman, the Wonder Twins, and Superman.
Now they are Rumi, Hafiz, and Jesus,
and I am the one in the cartoon.
Every day is a new episode in accepting freedom.
Wonder Woman had a strong effect also,
but I was hesitant to admit it at first.
They haven’t made her a movie yet.
The thing is: I believe in balance in the Force.
I think about Mary a lot, too.
Every being emptied of self
has a unique Presence. Have you noticed?
She reminds me of the quiet, stunning power of Grace.
About the proximity of simplicity to Meaning.
About the willingness to carry Truth within
and birth it into this world.
Superman has no idea how to do that,
but he is very good at flying around
and catching bullets and looking bad guys dead in the eye.
There is a Power for which there is no antidote,
a Power for which there can be no kryptonite.
I imagine how Mary may have thought of her son,
and what such a view must have offered her.
What did she talk about with
the other women in her village
while He was off playing in the field?
Did she know her Love would nurture
a Love that would reveal a Love
that would explode a dead end world?
I think about my own views of people,
of how we all think we know what a day is for.
I think: this is what I must do today.
I have no idea why.
I was in a room with three total strangers today,
plus a few beings that I have known for several orbits,
and this meeting had a purpose-
the professional excuse that brought us together.
But I could sense it… each of our super heroes
had gotten together eons before and
planned this all out. Only they knew
the real reasons why.
We were there to discover it.
Eventually it all becomes clear:
we’re all pregnant with an ancient Plan.
I wonder what a day would be like if
everyone I met knew the same thing?
We are living in the fall-out of a dead end world.
It is over. What remains, is for us to accept this.
Then we could know why… Together.
We’ll realize we no longer need any super heroes.
We will all be just like Mary, and our world will be
the flowering of the continuously whispered Instructions of Grace.