Hanging by a Thread
5-11-2017 771 small words
or
I keep putting it out there, but no one's picking it up
Oh, My Brothers, Oh
My Sisters, How much we take for granted !
What a foolish
creature is Man ! To see only with our eyes
the surface of our
world and think we know this reality,
because we can touch
it and measure it,
because we can feel
the hard and soft texture of it,
and we can feel the
weight of the physical objects around us,
as we go about our
day….always thinking what we see and can prove,
is the sum total of
reality,
BUT what we do not see and what our very sensitive senses cannot detect is actually the greater part:
BUT what we do not see and what our very sensitive senses cannot detect is actually the greater part:
the dark matter of
our souls, the intangible truth of what we feel,
the part of
ourselves that we cannot measure or quantify,
because it is the
Spirit of Life;
and there is no test
that can put a number on Your divine Spirit,
and there is no
laboratory which can measure your desire or your yearning,
for those who
vainly think that Science can provide the only answers we need,
please take another look, and please tell me what was in your Mother's heart when she birthed you,
please take another look, and please tell me what was in your Mother's heart when she birthed you,
when she lovingly
caressed and calmed your cries, when only her touch would soothe your
raging need to know you were loved and safe,
and this loud, sharp
world of cold thought could be softened
by the the precious
gift, the benediction of knowing care was involved.
And not knowing care
makes us terror filled, and nervous, and puts us out of synch with
the music, the harmony that underlies all things,
the invisible part
of the electro-magnetic spectrum of Divine energy
that was planted
long ago and hard-wired in our circuitry to feel love,
and to want to feel
love, and yes to give love and kindness, and let our
sisters and brothers
know, we are with them in our Spirits,
in our desire to
join in a greater truth, to bond covalently with life,
in the true
connection that joins all of us back to our dark origins,
at the beginning of
our Time on Planet Earth, back beyond the capacity
of our memories to
remember because it is too long ago,
and there are no memory banks large enough to store all that data,
except for short memories stored in our long DNA, twisted and folded and wound round our cells,
and there are no memory banks large enough to store all that data,
except for short memories stored in our long DNA, twisted and folded and wound round our cells,
the cells of our
lives scribed by an intention beyond our conscious thought,
and only in our
dreams, the ultimate realm of our most real feelings and knowings,
do we weave our Technicolor desires into a cohesive whole and make sense of our primeval knowledge that there is a lighted world beyond our everyday perceptions; what is real is what we feel,
but what is real is also the priceless gift that we are imbued with Spirit as well as flesh, and maybe-
do we weave our Technicolor desires into a cohesive whole and make sense of our primeval knowledge that there is a lighted world beyond our everyday perceptions; what is real is what we feel,
but what is real is also the priceless gift that we are imbued with Spirit as well as flesh, and maybe-
Spirit is the
greater part,
because you cannot separate out the Word from the story, the intention from your tale, and your story, your tale is woven with the story of all life and you are not separate from all the life which flows around you,
One Life, One Spirit, one dream as light as a mote of dust,
because you cannot separate out the Word from the story, the intention from your tale, and your story, your tale is woven with the story of all life and you are not separate from all the life which flows around you,
One Life, One Spirit, one dream as light as a mote of dust,
the nuclear density
infinitely small and infinitely large,
and by any real
measurement of Man, ultimately immeasurable by our senses,
by whatever we can detect on the surface,
and only palpable to our sense of wonder when we stop analyzing the Gift,
stop cutting it into ever smaller pieces,
and announcing with our paltry rationality, we have 'discovered' a new particle of matter,
which will explain our true heritage,
and will explain our true Origin,
and will explain the quantity of Time in the Universe,
and all the time we miss the important thing:
we are here to love each other and care for the precious and priceless gift given to us, to revere the Spirit of something without a name, to hold it in awe,
and to 'see' “It”, not as material and prove-able, but as weighty as the mass of the darkest black hole, everything part of a longing to connect with the greater part, the greater truth:
by whatever we can detect on the surface,
and only palpable to our sense of wonder when we stop analyzing the Gift,
stop cutting it into ever smaller pieces,
and announcing with our paltry rationality, we have 'discovered' a new particle of matter,
which will explain our true heritage,
and will explain our true Origin,
and will explain the quantity of Time in the Universe,
and all the time we miss the important thing:
we are here to love each other and care for the precious and priceless gift given to us, to revere the Spirit of something without a name, to hold it in awe,
and to 'see' “It”, not as material and prove-able, but as weighty as the mass of the darkest black hole, everything part of a longing to connect with the greater part, the greater truth:
we are joined in a
mystery and on a spiritual journey, and how we treat each other while
we have the opportunity to touch and feel the physical is a test of
our true wisdom, and tells the story of how we weave the thread of
our meaning.
