I have been to the dwellings of the Gods

There I stood, in the stillness of the night
Looking into the infinite as though the world ended there
There I stood like a flower ready to come out of a bud
In total communion with the source of all things in its mysterious glory
No cathedral bells, No muezzin call to prayer
The call to observe prayer came through the whistle of the wind, the stillness of time uninterrupted, tranquility absorbed the everyday pattern that stop us from seeing the beauty in front of us…And then a moment of blinding discovery…
There in the most elevated realm of abstractions I heard a love supreme, not that of Coltrane’s Saxophone, but the natural cadence of waves crashing on the sand…

There I was in the valley of the shadow of light, where the gods must live…
A journey that started as I rose that fateful day, in search of the glorious trail blazed by the mayan gods, in route to Chechenitza, buoyant with anticipation, to finally see with my own eyes what they saw, ready to go up the stairway to heaven to be closer to god..
But the gate-keeper kept me from fulfilling this dream, by denying me access to the very place I came to worship
I desecrated the place, he said but I came to worship I protested…So I left with a bitter taste in my mouth, more so because my intentions were pure as a child heart, not to trespass or desecrate the sanctity of the temples….
En route to 2-lum the sign read Cenote Akil
I inexplicably got drawn into going in the CENOTE amid a torrid rain
And there behind the gates, underneath the fallen walls laid a mystery before my eyes never seen before, a picture of delicacy so profound I got seized by a deep fear
My heart begin to pound as I wondered around as if I was having an out of body experience, a strange feeling inhabited me…
As I mustered enough courage to swim, drops of rain fell on and around me, manifesting itself as if I was being baptized, total cleansing of the soul..I suddenly begun to feel very cold and shaking …Came out of the water and thanked the place for having opened herself up to me so gently and cleanse me of all the luggage I carried along with me..
The lord moves in mysterious ways, there I thought going up towards the sky was where I would be closer to god, but it is at the bottom of the Cenote against all odds that I felt that oneness with the source of all things.. The dynamic multiplicity of God made perfect sense…
It occurred to me that the Mayans had built these splendid, mighty, glorious structures so their eyes could see god and found his mysterious glory at the bottom where their quest started.
Right there in front of them, left to be discovered in complete simplicity…
I have been to the dwellings of the Gods and you were there with me…