In the
Beginning, Nothing Was. Out of Nothing,
Is brought forth everything.
Where did
Is come from? Is comes from Isness, but
beyond that is unknown by me.
Is brought
forth first the life of the lifeless, the heat and the cold and the
elements. They were brought forth in their
order, and they are still being brought forth.
The lifeless then began to coalesce, to join form with form, and gather
together. Gravity pulled them together,
spun them, and held them.
The life of
the lifeless resonated with the Is, and together they birthed the living, and
they are still doing so. Life felt the
power and resonance of the Is immediately, and began to multiply and divide
itself. The diversity of life came into
being, for, like Gravity, Change is a part of the Is. The Changingness which does not change, like
swirling fog.
When do we
come in to the story? Now, now is our
time, but we are not the arrived at end.
We are not the point of the story.
The Is is too vast for our small selves to be the apex of the story of
creation unfinished. Will we put
shackles on God, attempting to stop the narrative like small children when we
hear our names? Change happens and time
goes on, like a roiling river. We go on
with it, or we sit on the bank and cry our salty tears until, dessicated, we fall
to dust.
In our
smallness, still we can know Is.
Perhaps not in entirety, but still in intimacy. Like a fish swimming in the ocean knows the
water, or a babe nursing knows its mother.