Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
There is nothing we’ve imagined
that is not just a reordering of what we’ve seen.
No place or creature is original to the mind of man.
But the mind of man is an original of the place it woke up to.
Your thoughts are the mechanics of the arrangement of your
memories of senses,
in play with the longings inborn, waiting to haunt a body of thoughts.
And so, we get our stories.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The truth of God is being told at every moment, by everything.
If it seems a lie, it is not a lie, but a half told truth not yet realized. (sometimes I think our fear of lies is fertile ground for lying)
A rich man happy in his riches is a half told truth:
the honest story of man's search for meaning, his temporary belief in
his present comfort, his many beautiful things,
the certain and coming erosion of that joy, and
his necessary movement to find new happiness, or certain misery.
Sometimes that movement is jumping deeper into the half told story:
more things, more riches will appease the relative boredom of purpose
that comes with achievement...
but again, it is the first half of the story, the repetition of an exposition already told.
It is God sewing into us an insatiable desire for meaning, for true mingling-belonging in the universe that cannot be owned, but only belonged to. And the hunger to own is just the bastardized craving of being one-with. How the rancher, when he owns the land, feels it a part of him, and extension of his arms.
I see God telling the truth in everything.
Each day dies at dark and mourns until it is reborn again in blinding sharp white glory sunrise.
Everyday we must die to our self and believe the night lasts only so long as to reflect
on our death, and then believe in the coming sun.
The seasons also tell us of this true cycle of spirit.
The tides tell us.
The stages of human life and aging tell us.
And the sun, what a story of God:
It is the source of all life,
It is the marker of day and the opposite of night.
If you abuse it, if you get too close it will kill you.
If you stare at it too long, without reverence or bowing your head,
you will go blind.
How obvious it must have been to ancient people to worship the sun.
And the truth continues: if you try to find energy from other sources,
like oil and your own toil, you will some day run out...
and you will surely destroy the planet and the place you call home. Maybe not today,
but this is a half told story.