Showing posts with label BOWA: Meditation on Creation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BOWA: Meditation on Creation. Show all posts

Sunday, July 23, 2023

First Contact

Last month, it was revealed that a "former intelligence official turned whistleblower has given Congress and the Intelligence Community Inspector General extensive classified information about deeply covert programs that he says possess retrieved intact and partially intact craft of non-human origin." Exciting stuff!

Here's the deeper truth: We have never been alone. Life is abundant on this planet; full of beings whose value and wisdom we constantly fail to appreciate. Only the most arrogant of fools could believe that such a reality is limited to a single rock in this vast universe. We have never, ever been the apex of creation, just the latest in a long line of kings of the hill. And our reign will inevitably end, as did all the others.

Worst-case scenario, we encounter something that sees us as meat to be harvested, pests to be exterminated, or dust to be swept away; call it karmic justice on a cosmic scale. Hopefully, however, we find someone willing to recognize us as family, at least eventually. In any case, the day will dawn, be it tomorrow or in a millennium, when we can no longer deny the strangely glorious totality of our Parent's kingdom.

Perhaps this latest episode will hasten the arrival of that moment, or not. Either way, the choice is clear: Voluntarily renounce our anthropocentric pretensions now, or wait until our heads are forcibly yanked out of the sand later. Choose wisely, for something formidably wonderful longs to embrace you. Exciting stuff indeed!

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Got Privilege?

Grace falls upon all
Unevenly to our eyes
Perfect for Their will

So be not ashamed
Nor prideful about your share
Just trust the kingdom

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Earth

Never, ever ours,
this little rock
amongst the stars.

Yet still,
we huff and puff,
and stake our claims.

Who arrived first?
Who signed the deed?
Who has the power now?

Not human feet,
nor human hands,
nor even human minds.

How many came before?
And how many shall follow?
All for the mere blink of an eye.

Were they too
arrogant, reckless fools,
with presumptions of mastery?

Did they too
fail to truly comprehend
the grace bequeathed unto them?

Not owners,
just lucky tenants,
of a Landlord most divine.

No, never ours,
O little rock
amongst the stars.