Anger and Hope
Sadness and Love
Today is a Good Day for a Funeral. Or Two.
God Please Bless us, Every One of us.
Life was there, Right There, once.
Dead beautiful deer on the highway.
Why do we treat a carcass with respect? Once there was Life there.
Life, now That’s Something.
there was a “theory of evolution” which was really pure math, pure numbers, pure physics, pure random, random bits of flotsam and jetsam1 floating, churning about, evolving into ever-more complex astounding collections of moving- parts-machines, like Data on Startrek
that is, no spirit no soul no personality no conciousness of the self, no rightwrong No Thing is of value except the length of time it takes to change and the immprobability of random chance that This long neck of the giraffe which reaches for plants also does not kill it when it drinks, head down, in the pond; then,
When does the self become the self?
Who remembers who you are when you awake each morning?
Life or Spirit.
There is the level of “inert matter.”
there are “rocks” and h2o
the Spark of Life is Called Divine as one gets to Know It?
just as ancient farmers would marvel if i could tell them of the weather, the hurricane about to come 5 days from now, with my satellite knowlege and pretty big pictures,
so a saint can astound us
with the view of the Divine, Love, Power, Pure Wisdom, Mercy--
that Life --
and (in something to do with the infinite
the Layer added on top and above that-
after All, is an undescribable Gift, in FACT Sacred,
1 atoms quarks neutrons molecules etc
Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about...
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me free
It's alright, she says,
Take anything you want from me,
Fly on, little wing