The Christ Code

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Christ / Poetry

At one level,
the human body
is an Enigma–
a code machine.
All day long they run:
There’s the genetic code, sure.
Then there’s
the histone code,
the sugar code,
the signal transduction code,
the ubiquitin code,
the adhesive code,
the splicing code,
the tubulin code,
the metabolic code,
and so on and so forth.

Kids, too–
they know this game.
We’ve all dabbled.
We sprinted across the yard,
dove into leaf piles,
barked out
the code talk
into crackling


Cupped our hands
to our forehead.
Looked significantly
towards the sky.


We’re so
rife with the truth
it just spills out
we’re spontaneous
and sincere,
the way a
bank robber’s
canvas bag
is always
coughing up
the evidence.
When you speak
from the heart,
stars slide into position
all over the universe.
In the sky above,
water molecules
condense upon granules
of dust, and clouds
begin to form.
Twenty years in your past,
uncertainty vanishes.

The center
of every code
is a two-sided lock, an adaptor.
One key from one world
matches precisely
with one key from
another world.
That’s called meaning.
It’s a lock that doesn’t unlock,
but always reveals.

Nature is
the continuous interchange
of One Meaning,
a perpetually whirling symbol,
a code machine of infinite gearing
and every day a new combination,
a transmuting symbology.

All Light is encoded
with all other Light.
All beings are a code
for all other beings.

At the center,
Christ is the cosmic adaptor.
the code connecting
the heart and the mind,
the hidden and the plain.

Christ is the two-sided lock
that woke up,
a conscious code,
a bridge between worlds,
a code that cracks codes,
a unifying language
that has no words,
the realization
that everything
is a secret
about everything else.

We talk like this–
so strangely–
for no other way
can reside in time.
We have to use
subtleties here,
angled approaches
and deft little signals–
use eyes that know how to see.
When we forget that,
our lives
are reduced
to opaque texts,
confounding jibberish.

But when we
remember we are
living code,
we can make
the translations:
the shape of a hand
is forgiveness.
The sound of a voice
is existence.
Every encounter
is the secret handshake
called Love.


  1. At the centre, Christ is the cosmic adaptor

    Presumably Michael, by ‘Christ’, you mean Jesus; if so, then does he stand at this envisaged centre with all the other messiahs, or ‘cosmic adaptors’? You say ‘Nature is the continuous interchange of One Meaning’, which perhaps sounds a bit like Spinoza’s conception of God [‘Deus sive Natura’] and within which messiah’s are something of an irrelevance in this pantheistic, or panentheistic, conception; as is the idea of any ‘centre’ of course.

    All best wishes.



    • Great question, Hariod, as it requires looking deeply at things to try and offer you an answer. I fear words will break down. Christ does not refer to Jesus in this work, at least not exclusively. It does in the sense that Jesus may be perceived as a human being whose awareness was no longer hindered by misperception, and who thus saw, heard, witnessed, touched, lived, loved, and responded as the extension-expression of Christ. Christ is a living awareness, free of misperception, present within every being though not always actualized or accepted. In a sense, though I know much less about Buddhism, we might equate this with Buddha mind?

      Christ is the embodied presence of Love, the awareness that bridges Eternity with the present moment. And the vision of Christ could be understood to interpret every expression of Nature as offering the same meaning. One side of the Christ Code is whatever form or vision arises, but the other side, the response, is always Love.

      Regarding the Center, a Center can be everywhere and still be a center in my mind. There is an example from the late inventor from Philadelphia, John Keeley, who described in his writing “the Neutral Center”. He suggested that every body– whether a star, a planet, a human being, a tree– has a neutral center, an opening to the heart of Creation, a balancing point on which the entire form of expression rests, and that every Neutral Center was “one”, or connected. We carry our “Center” with us essentially. We are each an expression of a “Center”, but when we peel back the layers of the onion and peek under the multi-dimensional hood, our “Centers” are unified.



      • Thank you Michael, for your thoughtful response. You say a ‘Christ’ may generally equate to a ‘human being whose awareness was no longer hindered by misperception.’ Must any Christ necessarily be a world-dwelling human being? What I mean is, the ‘misperception’ you refer to is a corruption or quirk of human sentience and its related awareness, and yet awareness is not particular to our own sentience as a specie of Great Ape of course.

        The awareness of, say, a dog, a cat or – let’s go all New-Agey – a dolphin, is not ‘. . . hindered by (human) misperception’, so could Nellie (my recently deceased Border Collie), or Maren’s beloved Luke, also have been Christ-like? Orthodox Buddhist doctrine would say this certainly could not apply by the way, so there is something potentially unique in human awareness according to that doctrine. What do you think though, must any world-dwelling Christ necessarily be a human being?

        As to the matter of centres, then apparently ours here in the (dis)United Kingdom may have changed by tomorrow if the Scots vote for independence:

        Hariod. ❤


        • Hariod, I have to try and not out-think myself here, and I have perhaps been too loose with terminology in my previous. I can “feel” these things a bit easier than I can translate them into English sometimes. Here is a quote from A Course of Love that may assist, or maybe not… 🙂

          “All share the heartbeat of the world and are at rest within each other, within each other’s embrace and the embrace of God’s love, God’s creation, God’s heartbeat. God’s heartbeat is the Source of the world, the Soul of the world, the Sound of the world in harmony, existence with no beginning and no end. One embrace. All in all. None lesser and none greater for all is all. One is one.

          “The world does not exist apart from you, and so you must realize your compassionate connection. The world is not a collection of cement buildings and paved streets nor of cold, heartless people who would as soon do you harm as good. It is but the place of your interaction with all that lives within you, sharing the one heartbeat. The heartbeat of the world does not exist apart from God. The heartbeat of the world is thus alive and part of you. This heart connection is what we seek to return you to. This realization that the world is not a thing, as you are not a thing. Your identity is shared and one in Christ. A shared identity is a quality of oneness. A shared identity is one identity. When you identify with Christ you identify with the one identity. When you realize the oneness of your identity you will be one with Christ. Christ is synonymous with oneness.

          “Within the embrace, you can quit thinking even of holy things, holy men and women, and even divine beings, even the one God. Is not the embrace itself holy? Is not the sunrise and sunset? Is not the least of the birds of the air as holy as the mighty eagle? The blade of grass, the fleck of sand, the wind and air, the ocean and her surf, all live by the universal heartbeat and exist within the embrace. Is not all you can imagine holy when you imagine with love? Is not all you cannot imagine holier still?

          “Forget yourself and memory will return to you. Beyond your personal self and the identity you have given your personal self is your being. This is the face of Christ where all being resides. This is your true identity.”

          Much Love


  2. This:
    “We’re so
    rife with the truth
    it just spills out
    we’re spontaneous
    and sincere…”
    and this:
    “When you speak
    from the heart,
    stars slide into position…”
    This is just so, and so magically captured with your butterfly net words. We have had those moments of truth spillage and star sliding, and sometimes have tried to recreate them, longing from the cloudy place of forgetting how to get there, chasing after what so easily bubbles up from real. Standing in your Butterfly Pavilion!


    • Marga, you picked out two of my favorite sections, two sections that really flowed into words in that easy and unthought-out way, the ones that when I finished and re-read the piece and thought about scrapping it, dissuaded me. You’re right… we recognize them, remember them, and long for them when they are not near. On sunny days, we recognize ourselves in the brilliance. On cloudy days, we wonder where we’ve gone… until we remember we’re standing on the wrong side of the cloud. That wind is Hafiz sticking his hand through the doom and gloom, wriggling an index finger, “Pssst! This way, friend.” The butterflies are on the move…



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