Solomono's Song Chapter 5&6

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Chapter 5

Mankind makes a breakthrough

  1. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

The shell that has confined us to matter has melted. The radiance of Soul is Now. The milk of the word has brought us to a higher place. We are exalted! Friends, drink in this magnificent view with us. Thank you, my beloved womanhood.

The woman again searches for man

  2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Even in my sleep, I try to stay alert to your presence knocking on the door of my thought, for you call me by my perfect name. (Christ knocks importunately, for he cannot wait to share the good news.)

  3. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

But, for the slightest moment, I am tempted to stay in my cozy mental bed, comfortably asleep, finished for the day,

  4. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

but when your mental touch shook me, I awoke.

  5. I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

I got up and remembered who I really am: spiritual being as pure radiance.

  6. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

I am now open to whatever the Christ message is, but I am too late; the inspiration has fled. I fall back into brain waves, yearning for his presence; but being back in matter, there is no solution or answer. (Hesitation, however justified, always leads to disaster.)

  7. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

I go out again and search more earnestly to see if I can find him among the best of men, and this time I am persecuted. Seeing the advance of Soul, the earthbound are terrified. They will do anything to keep me in the black shell of material sense.

  8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

I command all the watchers (sentinels of truth) that if they find him, they are to tell my Master that I am sorry. I am sick of the love of this world. Help me recover my spiritual sense.

The watchers respond with a question

  9. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

Is this an exceptional woman, the fairest of them all? Is womanhood exemplified? Who would charge us to bring God back to her? Tell us — ‘What does man look like?’

The woman describes man for the watchers

  10. My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

My idea of man exemplifies purity of the highest order, a dominion man who stands above alternatives.

  11. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

His face shines resplendent as luminous gold, fitly framed, like the Sun against a night sky.

  12. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

His eyes discern the perfection of all Science, flowing through the center and circumference of being, eyes with a look that is baby soft, beautiful, and focused on eternity.

  13. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

His cheeks glow with the smile of God, with the scent of sweet flowers. (“Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these” [Luke 12:27].) Therefore, his lips (presentation of the word) exceed Solomon’s glory.

  14. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

His hands are wedded to his words by many wonderful works. His belly is a breastplate of righteousness, glowing white with precious stones (facets of his understanding).

  15. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His legs stand firm as pillars in the temple, each one a proven testimony linked to God, who is the strength of his love. This is real integrity, a temple like a perfect forest where all the trees have one identical presence — ‘I AM’ countenance.

  16. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

The words of his mouth are most sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is what my beloved looks like, and this is my friend (Godlikeness), O watchers (sentinels of truth) and daughters of Jerusalem.

Chapter 6

The watchers ask another question

  1. Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

Can you tell us where he has gone, O thou fairest among women? In what direction should we look? We want to help you discover man.

The woman points the way

  2. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

The Son of man came down from heaven, is in heaven, and has returned to heaven (see John 3:13). He is being nourished by the divine source and is gathering evidence to prove it.

  3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

He and I are a team, a perfect match, a heaven-born marriage. As he is fed from heaven, so am I. We are Truth and Love exemplified. Look there!

Mankind writes again to the woman

  4. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. My dearest, the cities of Tirzah and Jerusalem are not as lovely as you. Your charms are more powerful than all of the stars in the Heavens (Contemporary English Version).

What a delight you are, imbued with incredible beauty and love. We are well pleased. To possess peace is more powerful and charming than all the stars of heaven combined.

  5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

Your spiritual identity is too much for we who are still earthbound to comprehend. Even so, look at the graceful beauty of your following.

  6. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

Your love-filled smile communicates generosity, strength, and a total lack of prejudice. With the little that we understand, we are twice as happy as we were before. Now nothing can make us afraid.

  7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

You nourish us with your sweet intelligence and plant many profound thoughts to make us grow. Knowledge of salvation, which you gained by supreme introspection, shows in your face.

  8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

Among women, there are abundant choices here on earth — royal, select, and pure —

  9. My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

but you are the one, the exalted child of One, Father-Mother, God. Earth’s children shall rise and call you blessed. All that see you and understand shall praise you.

Manhood observes womanhood

  10. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

Who is this that first illuminates mankind, making hearts burn as a clear shining love like the magnitude of the Sun, wearing a halo that outshines all the stars?

  11. I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

I went to check and see if this woman had born fruit among mankind, whether the divine idea had taken root and love had become self-propagating.

  12. Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

Everywhere I looked, I saw the makings of a generous family: noble, endowed, and royal.

  13. Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

Earth’s children are calling out to you, and you are helping them. Mankind may ask, ‘what will we see when we look at her?’ I will answer, ‘she has performed her duties perfectly,’ — “as in heaven, so on earth, — God is omnipotent, supreme”’ (SH 17:2).

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