POEM: Brighid's Song

You are the cauldron and it’s hearthstone home
Both water and wellspring from whence it’s drawn
You are seed,

the bloom,

the heavy fruited vine
The hopeful sharpened plow and waiting fallow field
You are the green shaft of grain, the nourishing dark loaf
The Smith’s glowing forge and malleable iron both
A swift pointed arrow and the unknowing mark it seeks
The pen

the unsung words

the terrible white page, still blank
You are the candle and the flame it bravely bears
You are the mirror gazed upon…and the relection I see

SPIRITUALITY: Deep thoughts...

According to the "Gaia Hypothesis" earth itself is an organism. If true, if earth, Gaia, can be thought of as a single organism, could not we humans essentially be her consciousness? Not by some grand design, but merely by evolution. Evolution needs no direct architect, it is an automatic process. Creatures don't choose to evolve.

If life, when viewed as a system, can create and maintain conditions suitable to sustain itself, isn’t that the same as saying ‘that which creates, creates itself’ (a paraphrasing of the quote attributed to the great poet John Keats)? Life and Art when viewed as processes are nearly one and the same.

And lastly, perhaps divinity is an experience, not an entity. Perhaps the process is sacred. God is details.