This is Globish, this is Female Power, and this is now
(Written 95% in Globish, the standardised simpler form of English.
It is a true story from Sri Lanka. And do please check your mind at the door……)
Ten dusty hours on a packed bus, a long farewell, little sleep, and I drag myself onto the early-morning flight to Mumbai.
Last on the plane with a splitting headache, I find my seat.
With bearded men all around in skullcaps and Kurtis, a woman offers me her aisle seat.
Full of words and smiles she chooses to begin that wonderful dance……..a simple conversation.
Her first words have little meaning, except in this moment right here, right now.
Who is this woman? Where is she from? What is her culture? Will those men approve? Is her seat companion her mother, her sister? How old is she?
And how may I serve Her in this moment?
My mind needs no answer, as we bring the other ever deeper, ever higher, sitting in Seats 30 D and E.
‘Cosmic’ is too small a word for this.
Within minutes we delight in our lived love now of the non-dual Absolute and meditation (my words) and of God, prayer and Jesus (her words).
Call it what you will; we know it doesn’t matter.
We speak, only to give words to what IS.
Being together breaks our hearts, our eyes showing tears again and again.
God finding Himself/Herself/Itself through human form.
Of course! Why ever not!
Exploded open by weeks in the purest serendipity (the experience of an unexpected happy accident) in this lucky first country of ‘Serendib’ Sri Lanka, I carry her presence with my gaze.
I as man, fully in my Manhood, delighting in Woman.
My open-ness holding her open-ness.
I am fully me, yet reborn: fully man, yet fully shaken loose.
At least for this one moment today on this plane I am able to be me, to be Man, and to open to her Feminine Power.
I am Man and she is Woman.
We are this, and also much more than this.
We know it!
And we know that we know it.
But this is all not for me.
Dear Lord, no not for me.
But for Her.
Her Feminine Power, in her way, but seen finally SEEN by Man.
No holding, no plan, no grabbing, no harrassment, not even within this little male mind.
Yes guys, miracles can happen.
It is indeed sometimes possible!
I know that she knows, that I know, that she knows, that…….
The divine dance plays through our simple humanity.
And yes we can also fully share the wonder of all this in words.
Nothing hidden, nothing held back.
A stranger meeting a stranger?
In such open and understood intimacy?
We share finely detailed words, yet going far beyond any idea in our minds.
We talk of the slowness of our words, when higher understanding comes through us, in ways that make us think of Globish.
This is Heaven on Earth.
The roaring Divine, and also within Man and Woman, right here right now breaks our hearts open again and again. It is all far too much, but we find ourselves able, to hold This……..together.
My stranger on a flight to Mumbai turns to hug me, as a worried look flashes across her mother’s face. And I respect this special Indian mother, able to trust her daughter’s Heart.
In two hours our flight is done.
We have given everything, held nothing back, broken all ideas, at least for this one moment now.
My final words, as a sometimes heart-open Man, speak of her Female Power in this woman’s century: “Woman, I see You!”
Once again her beautiful Indian eyes open yet wider with joy.
In Mumbai Arrivals we three bring our hands together, we bow in that special Indian ‘Namaste’ to the God within each one of us, and they are gone!
I shiver with happiness as I write these words.
(Over 95% of the words here are in simple English, called GLOBISH.
Less than 5% of the words are outside of the 1500 standard words of Globish.)