“This effect grants the power to cause a hurricane in China to a butterfly flapping its wings in New Mexico. It may take a very long time, but the connection is real. If the butterfly had not flapped its wings at just the right point in space/time, the hurricane would not have happened.”
Wispy tendrils of hazy smoke
from Canada’s forest fires
Lasso branches of not-so-evergreens
And the aberrant heat drapes
its humid blanket over this bed
We now must lie in.
Adam lies drowning
In a pool of lethal despair
While in Bahrain more mundane matters
Press on Ahmad and the butterfly spirals down
To The Boneyard of Indifference.
©Rita H Kowats August 3, 2017
Photo Credit: photo credit: judygva <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/52450054@N04/34052621551″>Juniper Hairstreak – Callophrys gryneus, Phelps Wildlife Management Area, Sumerduck, Virginia</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a> <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/”>(license)</a>
I think that we protect ourselves by creating safe images of God to stand in the place of a fearful unknown. Some concepts of “god” have kept us safe, but in doing so they have deprived us of the profound reality that sustains us.
Some very brave physicists like David Bohm, have opened up for us a new way of seeing God- without ever mentioning God. They sound very much like long familiar mystics. My offering in this post is a series of quotations from David Bohm and a few mystics. I leave it to you to draw your own conclusions about who/what “God” is and the implications your concept has for how we interact with one another in this universe.
Science Mulls It Over
At Christmas time last year my family visited the Bellevue Botanical Gardens as a ritual of celebration for our sister who had died suddenly four months earlier. Today I come across the photos of the gardens and tears of delight mix with tears of sorrow, as they always do. This was one of our last outings with Mary, and she so loved to garden!
I think of her and all of our loved ones who have passed as being immersed in the beating heart of the universe, as Martin Buber phrases it so well. They live and breathe in every flower in every garden and continue to light our way.
May we stay in tune with the beating of the great heart.