A Meditation on Creation

Lie still, close your eyes, let the wind carry you away, and I will take you on a tour. Where shall we start? Here, close by, or on a planet far away. Does it matter? No, they are all home to us.

Be still, stop your thinking mind, and open your feeling heart. Do not think of this life, feel it. Become a tree and feel the kiss of the night wind on your leaves. Become a mountain and feel yourself grow and shift with the movements of the earth. Let yourself fly like an eagle to the hillcrest and change there to a wolf. Howl at the moon for all the joy that life brings, then become human again. Gaze out on a sea of lights, an ocean of humanity. Feel their tears and laughter. Love and hate with them. Fall in love with all of them, especially those you fear.

Let humanity sweep you away into the ribbon of energy that is creation. Feel the beauty of all humanity, all life that has come before you. Dance with them all, those you admire and those you despise. Feel their love, triumph, and shame, and make it your own. This is our gift.

Let yourself drown in the river of life, until you have become it. Let yourself become one with all humanity, until you cannot distinguish yourself from it. Become your enemy and love who you become.

Let the dance of life carry you far away from this corner of the universe. Journey to planets and places unimaginable. Watch a star be born, then turn around and watch another die. Touch a planet and give it the spark of life. Let yourself be the creator, just as you were created. Forge your children of the stars into a sword of love on the anvil of tragedy and sorrow. Let them fall horribly, knowing that they must learn to run on their own.

Now follow me back to our little planet. See it for what it is: a jeweled marble in the playground of the universe. Watch it spin wildly for eons, until our sun dozes to sleep, and we fade into the night. Laugh at the divine humor of it. Life and death on the grandest scale.

December 24, 2001