We recently celebrated the 7th annual Mystic Rose festival at the Ashram. The Rosa Mystica has, throughout our history, been the symbol of the divine feminine, the radiance of the goddess, and of the pure love that she evokes in all hearts.
This year’s timeless gathering was set in Ancient China, and brought together all of the dragon-hearted Daoist Sat Yogis for an extraordinary weekend event: beautiful, profound satsangs with Shunyamurti on the essence of the Dao, a play adaptation of Turindot performed by the Sat Thespians, a culinary feast sponsored the Rose of Kashmir Kitchen, and an opportunity for the sangha to reflect upon the meaning of this moment in time in the dreamfield.
“We must integrate heart and mind, and integrate it into the great Dao, not simply just as a separate, individual being, but the Beingness of all that is. The great Dreamer of the one dream must be your true identity, in which there is no emotional body, but only the blissful Self, which is bodiless.”
~Shunyamurti
After a transformational closing teaching in which Shunyamurti interprets some of the great Daoist sage Zhaungzi’s teachings, Radha Ma shared an inspirational poem, “Jade Broth”, which she called “the sacrifice of the emotional body for heart nectar, spoken for all.”
Some say, among apparent mere mortals
That there are those who copy appearance, and those who copy essence
But the body of the Empress is the body of all Worlds-
The success of perfection
The perfection of Success
That the sagely Zhuangzi-murti seeds and reveals…
Her vast night of hearts, the full cup
Her major arcana of Zen and Death
Singing and mourning
Mourning and singing
One Self, as Fool
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Now the moon!
On clear Zen mountain
Clear Zen light
Mystic rose glowing in the night
Sky rose shines as the new China
Ancient future will refine ya
In fullness, new energy sings
Music of heaven appears as its miracle
While China and Italy unite in this spectacle
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Listen!
Aura of full night pearl
Is pure rose,
Lighting up the dark
Even the stones sing to Her Art
Oh Zen sky, the perfected painting of light and dark
Begins in the dragon-congealed heart
This full moon shines in everyone’s room
The dream that began with polished jade
Thanks to the intelligence of our sage
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And as every mystic rose knows,
Roses need water and fire to grow
They bloom in crescendo from the Father’s metal
He coheres all the elements and the Rose
Expresses them in her petals
In the air of vast understanding
As full as the moon’s white Zen light
The darkest night produces light
Below, all is fire- burning with spiritual desir
This clear Zen mountain is the rose fountain
RADHARANI NATASHAKTI, February 28th, 2021
May the Dao of Shiva be with you!
