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Word Gems
exploring self-realization, sacred personhood, and full humanity
Soulmate, Myself:
Omega Point
| “Oh, my love, oh, my love, I cried for you so much!” – the Seekers’ 1965 smash hit speaks of an ultra-intimacy, “a world of our own,” known only to eternal darling companions. |
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Kairissi. Elenchus, I’d like to talk about something, but, once again, it’s one of those subjects that’s hard to verbalize – yet my heart is bursting to speak.
Elenchus. Just relax and begin with what comes to mind first.
K. It’s a simple concept, really. It won’t seem like much when I say it, but – I feel so overwhelmed right now in the contemplation.
E. (silence)
K. We’ve talked about the Seekers’ 1965 mega-hit, “World Of Our Own.”
E. We’ve created inset-boxes of this: on the “Omega” main-page…
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oh my love, oh my love, I cried for you so much
Judith Durham & The Seekers
A World Of Our Own (1965)
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oh, my love, oh, my love, I cried for you so much, lonely nights without sleeping as I longed for your touch, now your lips can erase the heartache I’ve known, come with me to a world of our own...
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lonely nights, without sleeping, as I longed for your touch
Editor’s note: With a voice as distinct as that of Mama Cass, sailing high into the stratosphere, far above her quartet-mates, Judith Durham sings a gospel of love fulfilled. All true romantics wish for another world because it's not easily apprehended on planet Earth. C.S. Lewis once said that certain demanding desires, recognized deep within, could not possibly enjoy fulfillment here and now; and since God would not have endowed us with proclivities never to know satisfaction, there must be another time and venue to reify the “calling of our hearts.” Even if we glimpse true love in this world, odds are, we will not be allowed to delight in it. This is the world wherein lovers awaken at different times, are out of phase with each other: I spoke of this in “what we stay alive for”; therefore, as Judith sang, there must be another world, one of lovers' salvation, a coming “world of our own,” where true love might blossom and bear fruit, as it was meant, and is destined, to do.
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E. ... and also on the "holodeck world" page:
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primal desire: living with a beloved in a garden paradise
Lovers living in a private paradise-world is an ancient symbol, virtually a universal Jungian archetype, of ultimate intimacy. It’s interesting that the original Twin Souls, Eve and Adam, metaphorically speaking, began in a garden paradise, and that we, their children, will experience Twin love in another perfect environment, a paradise holodeck-world, not to mention Summerland proper.
There is something in us that craves to live with a Beloved in a private garden-setting, free of the mundane, the “cares of this world.” God and the Guides are not unmindful of this primal wish, which gives rise to the holodeck-worlds. For those who count this as fairy-tale, I will simply say that a jaded, nihilistic-materialistic view is the real fairy-tale.
oh my love, oh my love, I cried for you so much
A World Of Our Own
The Seekers (1965)
we’ll build a world of our own, that no one else can share, all our sorrows we’ll leave far behind us there, and I know you will find, there’ll be peace of mind, when we live in a world of our own;
lonely nights, without sleeping, as I longed for your touch
oh, my love, oh, my love, I cried for you so much, lonely nights without sleeping as I longed for your touch, now your lips can erase the heartache I’ve known, come with me to a world of our own...
Editor’s note: These lyrics from the old Seekers’ song are very moving: oh my love, oh my love, I cried for you so much, lonely nights without sleeping as I longed for your touch. Solace for us becomes, even the worst nightmare eventually ends, and God has designed the future to offer healing from this sorrowful planet.
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K. And all of that is more than wonderful. However, the “world of our own” as a special geographical place in Summerland is not what I’m thinking about right now so much. Judith Durham sang it so well: "close the door, light the light, we're staying home tonight, far away from the bustle of the bright city lights..."
E. Yes...
K. But even this -- staying home to enjoy each other -- is also not quite what I mean. The home is one more spacial refuge and hide-away. Nothing wrong with that, and I want that, too, but - I'm thinking of another "world of our own."
E. Tell me of this romantic utopia.
K. Well - you and I - we can enter it at will. No matter where we are, no matter what we're doing, our love is like a "secret garden" to which we can retreat any time we please. And, in fact, it's always with us.
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the scent from its nature, causing me to swoon...
Safe In My Garden
safe in my garden
an ancient flower blooms
and the scent from its nature
slowly squares my room
and its perfume being such
that it's causing me to swoon…
when you go out in the street
so many hassles with the heat
no one there to fill your desire…
Editor’s note: I’d wondered about the other part of this song: “cops out with their megaphones, telling people stay inside their homes, can’t they see the world’s on fire? … with a bottle in each hand, no more time to understand, we don’t look where it lands, we just throw it.”
Why would the songwriter juxtapose the fiery strife and conflict in the world with “safe in my garden, an ancient flower blooms”? It’s all so anomalous. But then I understood that the mystical serenity of the safely sequestered ancient flower becomes all the more precious when set against the jarring chaos just outside the garden’s gate. And not just the bedlam in the world, but that which oppresses us within the psyche, the dysfunctional ego.
"no one there to fill your desire"
These lyrics appear to be singing the praises of true love’s sacred intimacy and exclusivity -- resulting in supreme happiness and joy. Why is this the underlying focus? A major clue is offered:
when you go out in the street
so many hassles with the heat
no one there to fill your desire…
This song is about people going out into the world attempting to “fill” their “desire.” But, like the dismayed Adam after naming the animals, no one is found who might offer a satisfying love. The crowd cannot still and pacify the “crying of the heart.” We are lonely in a crowd. We seek for a particular one
It is only within the protected boundaries of true love’s secret garden that an ancient empyreal flower blooms. It is this delicate flower alone, and none other, no other source, that might fill one’s desire… with the scent of its nature causing each lover to swoon.
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E. It's like living in a garden. And I’ll tell you what this reminds me of. In “The Wedding Song” we learned that the climax of the creation story suggests that all the world, and all the universe, was made, not just for lovers in general but, for each true couple; everything just them.
K. That is such an awesome concept: all the universe as a “world of our own.”
E. But tell me what this really means to you.
K. It means that everything’s for us, I mean, just you and me. It means that God loves us individually, not just because we're generically members of the divine family.
E. And that reminds me of Dr. Campbell’s story of the shaman-boy who, in vision, was given to see that every person, individually, occupies the center of God's heart and affection.
K. These concepts are so overwhelmingly marvelous, my spirit is so burdened with love right now. You're the one with whom I'll experience all things in eternal life, and so I easily slip into a deep yearning for you – even though you’re right here: “oh, my love, oh, my love, I cried for you so much…”
E. (sighing)
K. Elenchus, I don’t think I can say anything more about this right now, my heart is so overcharged with intense feeling.
E. I think what God has given us, what she's planning for us, is beyond our comprehension to receive.
the red shift of true love
K. We have to grow into this… and we'll move forward each day… but, as we proceed, the boundaries of the blessings will also move and recede; that is, our perceptions of overflowing, cornucopia love and intimacy – like a red-shifting star – will rush away from us. We can never reach the end of it, it will never be "done with that, got the video and t-shirt, what's next" - we cannot attain to all the good things Mother-Father God have in store for us.
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the best is yet to come
Diana Krall and Tony Bennett
The Best Is Yet To Come
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything started to hum
Still, it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come
The best is yet to come, babe, won't it be fine?
You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine
Wait 'til the warm-up's underway
Wait 'til our lips have met
Wait 'til you see that sunshine day
You ain't seen nothin' yet
The best is yet to come and, babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine
Come the day you're mine, I'm gonna teach you to fly
You think you've flown, but you ain't left the ground...
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