Buried but refusing to care
One half of himself perhaps permanently underlying mountains of dirt and sin
One half of himself striving to be ever engaged, providing cherished wants and needs for all worldly kin
Somehow this buried self makes no difference, aside, the occasionally required apology:
So sorry chum, I've retracted into long imagined confines again.
I'll be right with you, we'll get you fixed up.
In some beautiful universal loophole, his self, though sometimes writhing, choking on dirt, could continue to expand in vastness and beauty, could adorn itself with Truth, could rejoice again - only in sweet service to others.
And if after long hours servitude, he should find himself again awaking in the confines of a premature grave, still that grace of charity would linger in his veins and spill fragrance upon each fluttering lash
Like particle from wave, he is only ever where he looks upon himself
Like doors left unopened, some rooms cannot be escaped.
What does it mean to enter Heaven while we still walk the Earth? And what exactly does one have to do in order to enter it? These questions and so much more are examined and introspected upon in James Allen's All These Things Added.
The title, a guiding theme of the book, is borrowed from Matthew 6:33 “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” As this Bible verse suggests, Allen's short book expresses priority of attaining the kingdom of God and personal righteousness in life and claims that all other aspects of one’s well being will fall into place after attaining this ideal state of spiritual renunciation and purity first. The book is written from the perspective of an author who has already undertaken the quest to relinquish selfishness and become entirely loving. The journey starts in hellish states of being and progressively enlightens readers as to the various stumbling blocks of human nature as one attempts to overcome their inner shortcomings.
The book is overflowing with wisdom and sage advice from a deeply spiritual and compassionate man. The suggestions come from Allen's personal experiences with overcoming his baser nature and of selfishness, attaining peace and joy as a loving being who identifies and lives as spirit.
The smoke seemed to have a mind of its own. Filtering from the owner's cigarette one table over, it conjures images of a snake-charmer playing a flute. It seems to defy physics in how it dances through the air.
The bar was ever-so-slightly slightly too dark for what we were trying to do, the main source of light filtering through Chinese-style red paper lanterns as we were poured through the financial ledgers.
A long pause sets in, we're almost done and getting through the last 10% is taking an effort.
The waiter tells me that the coffee machine is broken and that they're out of chicken pies. Okay, water is fine then, thanks.
We finish going through the ledgers. I'm tired, but not like my two long term friends here. They're both entirely worn out.