On Spirit

In the Garden of Certainty, nothing grows
but familiar fruit in straight-and-narrow rows.
I'm-Sure-I'm-Rights in bunches grow
next to Pithy Slogans and I-know-i-know.
No vermin here to eat away
at unchallenged truths of day-to-day.
To glimpse what life is all about
you'll need to plant some Seeds of Doubt.

Spring at the Quarry

I drifted out of that place I called the ‘tween time...

It was the childhood name I had given to those morning moments between the dream and the waking world. The ‘tween time is when reality is only loosely held together. It is a time when I know that the constraints of what we call ‘the physical world’ are an illusion and that anything less than ‘infinite possibilities’ is an understatement. As a child, in these moments I’d often float around the room once or twice, make something appear or disappear, get a wonderful idea, or set the stage for something special to happen that day.

Nut in a tree

“Do you believe in God?” I looked down through the branches and saw two young men, probably in their early twenties, peering up at me, shading their eyes from the sun. They were, as to be expected, clean shaven and neatly dressed. I shifted my weight onto the large branch below my foot. “No,” I called down. “But it’s OK, I don’t believe in trees, either.”
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Father, is there a god?

We all sense the mystery that lives just the other side of our existence. We can taste the stuff the connects us all. We can feel the heat of the source of love. The miracle of a leaf that turns green inspires such awe that if we could not call it mundane then we would have to fall upon our knees and cry.

And because it is so powerful, so pervasive and omnipresent we have no choice but to try and name it, to understand it, to break it into its component pieces and see how it works. We can’t.

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