8 The voice of my beloved!
Look, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, there he stands
behind our wall,
gazing in at the windows,
looking through the lattice.
10 My beloved speaks and says to me:
‘Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away;
11 for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away.
The beauty of these verses leaves me breathless and in wonder at the intimate love of the Holy One for each of us. Tau, you just posted yesterday about this love for each being:
The individual and universal are inseparable from one another, and are inseparable from the Holy One of Being, the Infinite and Eternal... let us understand that in God’s eyes each of us is the only begotten child, completely unique.
We are in the midst of the burgeoning of new life in the springtime of our land, each flower, each bird, each new life springing forth cries out its uniqueness and joy in living! For me, it's as if I have never seen a flower before, when I gaze upon each new blossom. They are individuals, unrepeatable, different from every other flower of its kind.
The birds, too, sound very different as they call to their mates and to their hungry young ones in the nest. Baby bird cries fill the air, drawing parents with food to them again and again. New sounds, sights, scents, and fresh breezes carrying spring warmth fill this part of the world, a world renewed, filled with life and desire for life!
Surely this is the perfect time of year to celebrate the Feast of the Holy Bride as our land puts on fresh garments of life to meet her Beloved.
Tau once spoke of the difference in intimacy of the world of Spirit and the world of material manifestation. If I recall correctly, they are quite opposite one another. In the physical realm taste and touch are the most intimate, bringing in nourishment to the body and bringing physical bodies into contact for the sexual union from which new physical life arises. All around me I witness these two intimacies that are essential to the continuation of countless species of life on this good earth. Yet Tau spoke of hearing as the most intimate contact in the Realm of Spirit, and of seeing as the second most intimate.
I cannot help but notice that this section of Song of Songs, entitled "Springtime Rhapsody," begins with hearing the voice of the beloved.
The voice of my beloved!
Look, he comes leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills.
It seems that a spiritual springtime has come for the bride. Where earlier in this chapter the woman speaks of her desire to taste the food the beloved has for her, and to touch the beloved, now she speaks of hearing and seeing. Something new has happened in her relationship with her beloved. They are not united here, for we are told that her beloved stands "behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice," but something new has arisen in this delightful dance and the bride can even hear her beloved calling her to come away with him.
I wonder what teachings and insights might be shared about this passage and the joys to which it points in our walk with our Beloved. It seems an excellent contemplation to take up at this time of the Feast of the Holy Bride, too. As our Virginia group takes up this celebration on Saturday, perhaps Mother will move with us in contemplation of this passage and reveal more of the new life to which the Bride is continually called. All as She wishes!