It’s easy to notice
The styrofoam
Its imperfections
The flecks of white
Where it’s chipped
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
No small finite creature I
Of sight and hands
Of heart and mind and spirit
If it comes down to the question
Is my living owed a purpose
I answer, oh so surely
I live to live
To love and give
My existence is, quite simply, these
Lao Tzu’s words can be pretty difficult to wrap a Western, science-educated mind around (my own struggle is continuous), beginning with understanding the term “the Tao” itself.
The same is true
When exploring
Philosophy, science
And relationships
The subject
Of any investigation
Is not always as interesting
As the context of its conditions
Some see superstition
And irrationality
I see a deeper wisdom:
A belief that the world
Should be made beautiful
To honour the spirit
Of existence
If the bumblebee
Could do science
What world would its textbooks see
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
“What?”
“The Jesus Effect,” I say more loudly. “When the sun comes through the clouds in shimmering rays like that.”