For and Of, This and These

The other morning, I looked out from where I usually sit to have a mugfull of something comforting and wakening, and had an insight. Nothing outlandish, nothing any more existential or deep than the amber of my Assam that was steeping beside me...yet somehow still pleasantly buzzy within me because it had never come to me this way: Nature harmonizes with itself.

The color of the sky within that glance was the most beautiful milky periwinkle; a winter sky colour that is the perfect backdrop for the bare branches that lift up their boughs and dance their prayers of patience and waiting. With the change of seasons will come a change of palette and the greening of the earth will take place against a unique and celebratory blue that honours the splendour of its becoming.

The sky and the earth, each a part of the other...with the water and the creatures who wing, who walk, who slither, inch, waggle, wander, and abide in any way.

This led me to John of the Cross...

Mine are the heavens and mine is the earth. Mine are the nations, the just are mine, and mine the sinners. The angels are mine, and the Mother of God, and all things are mine; and God Himself is mine and for me, because Christ is mine and all for me.What do you ask, then, and seek, my soul? Yours is all of this, and all is for you. Do not engage yourself in something less, nor pay heed to the crumbs which fall from your Father’s table. Go forth and exult in your Glory! Hide yourself in It and rejoice, and you will obtain the supplications of your heart. —from the Prayer of a Soul Taken up in Love

And to Carl Sagan...

"We are a way for the universe to know itself. Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return. And we can, because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star stuff.”

—Carl Sagan—

And I looked out into the rising new day and thought...I am for and of this and all of these and this and these are of and for me...may I too harmonize well to bring out what is best, what is beautiful, what is authentic, what is true. May the trees and the heavens, the stones and the tides, teach me. May the birds, my neighbor, and the dog who sat on my feet at the crosswalk yesterday...May the universe and may God... 

And may I be open to it all...

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. World without end. Amen.