Yesterday we shared the diagnosis from M. C. Richards about the “palpable disunion” and “psychic disturbance” and suicides and other maladies that occur when science and religion, psyche and cosmos, split. And I offered a story, somewhat parallel to John’s Gospel (chapter one) of the new and sacred story from science. We continue that story here.
The gifted planet was set as a jewel
in its most exquisite setting,
in this case, the exact distance of 100 million miles
from its mother star, the sun.
New gifts arose, never seen in such forms in the universe–
rocks, oceans, continents,
muticellular creatures that moved by their own inner power.
Life was born!
Gifts that had taken the form of fireball and helium,
galaxies and stars, rock and water, now took the form of Life!
Life—a new gift of the universe, a new gift in the universe.
Flowers of multiple color and scent, trees standing upright,
Forests arose offering places for all manner
of creeping, crawling things.
Of things that fly and sing.
Of things that swim and slither.
Of things that run on four legs.
And eventually,
of things that stand and walk on two.
With thumbs that move to make still more creativity—
more gift making—
possible.
The human became a gift, but also a menace.
For its powers of creativity were unique in their potential
for destruction or healing:
How would humans use these gifts?
Which direction would they choose?
The earth waited for an answer to these questions.
And is still waiting.
Trembling.
Teachers were sent, divine incarnations
birthed from the soil.
Isis and Hesiod, Buddha and Lao Tzu, Moses and Isaiah,
Sarah and Esther, Jesus and Paul,
Mary and Hildegard, Chief Seattle and Buffalo Woman.
To teach the humans ways of compassion.
And still the earth waited
to see if humanity was gift or curse.
Trembling.
Have you ever given a gift and then regretted it afterward?
Earth wonders and waits.
For the gift has been made flesh
and dwells everywhere among us
and we tend to know it not.
And to treat it not as a gift
but as an object.
To be used, abused, trampled underfoot—even crucified.
But to those who do receive it as a gift
all is promised.
All shall be called children of the gift,
sons and daughters of grace.
For all generations
Adapted from Matthew Fox, Creation Spirituality: Liberating Gifts from the Peoples of the Earth, pp. 2-4
To read a transcript of Matthew Fox’s video teaching, click HERE.
Banner Image: The mystery of the cosmos. Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash.
Queries for Contemplation
Is there something in this poem that speaks to your heart and your head also? And to our times of upheaval and our times of learning about our origins and connecting to them in new ways?
Recommended Reading
Creation Spirituality: Liberating Gifts for the Peoples of the Earth
Fox’s spirituality weds the healing and liberation found in North American Creation Spirituality and in South American Liberation Theology. Creation Spirituality challenges readers of every religious and political persuasion to unite in a new vision through which we learn to honor the earth and the people who inhabit it as the gift of a good and just Creator.
“A watershed theological work that offers a common ground for religious seekers and activists of all stripes.” — Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat, Spirituality and Practice.
10 thoughts on “The New Creation Story, continued”
Matthew, In your beautiful poem of creation you ask: “How would humans use these gifts? / Which direction would they choose? / The earth waited for an answer to these questions. / And is still waiting.” As important as what we choose is, for me, more important than that, is just the fact that we do have choice. I do not agree with the idea of determinism when it comes to human freedom of choice–which determinists say is just an illusion. Back at the time of the Reformation another battle was being fought with Luther; besides the Church. And that was Erasmus, the famous humanist. He had written a book titled, ON THE FREEDOM OF THE WILL, to which Luther shot off his own attack in his own book, ON THE BONDAGE OF THE WILL. I can tell you that I am not into bondage in any form, especially when it comes to my choices. And in this I have always aligned myself with the existentialists who saw choice as pivotal in human existence. Then you speak of the spiritual teachers who have come to the world, and they look just like what “deep ecumenism,” is supposed to look like, with teachers like: “Isis and Hesiod, Buddha and Lao Tzu, Moses and Isaiah, Sarah and Esther, Jesus and Paul, Mary and Hildegard, Chief Seattle and Buffalo Woman.” And as the existentialists were champions for freedom of choice, so the existentialist teacher, Karl Jaspers conceived of the “axial age” which was a period of time from 800-200 BCE (though some extend it to 600 CE), that stretched from the time of Zoroaster, Isaiah, the Pre-Socratics, The Buddha, Lao Tzu, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle–to Jesus and Mohammad?
“Is there something in this poem that speaks to your heart and your head also? And to our times of upheaval and our times of learning about our origins and connecting to them in new ways?” And twice in your poem you write: “The earth waited for an answer to these questions. And is still waiting.” “And still the earth waited to see if humanity was gift or curse.” I guess we are all still waiting… like were waiting for the coming of Christ–that is the Cosmic Christ. And one last thing. You wrote a book for children (and adults) that you didn’t mention, and that is: IN THE BEGINNING WAS JOY!
Beauty is Spirit saying “I love you.”
Yes, Spirit of Beauty and Loving~Wisdom~Creativity~Oneness… is within and among us, especially in our eternal Soul, in the Sacred Process of the Eternal Present Moment… our Beloved Cosmic Christ Consciousness….
🔥❤️🙏
Like many poets, artists and mystics, M.C. Richard’s discovered the middle path of wholeness between head and heart, art and science, nature and God. And so must we. She intuited early on that traditional education actually “educates” a soul away from that, and went her own way, outside the gates of academia, the traditional, and conventional. And so must we. Children discover it naturally, before school gets hold of them. She was a “tweener,” an occupant-citizen of that liminal space (narrow way) in awareness between seeing and thinking part-to-whole, and whole-to-part simultaneously, reconciling both, the hallmark of all inspired creativity. Such single-eye vision enabled her to see God in a piece of lettuce, translucent to the light beyond it from her kitchen window. Like all potters who create and fashion by touch from a plastic medium set on a spinning wheel, all of her work, as in the created order, is spin-signed. One need only look at the sacred geometric ‘wheels’ in creation, like the shape of the galaxy, of flowers, the solar system and atom — all spin-signed signatures of the Potter-Creator, Ezekiel’s “wheel in the middle of a wheel” vision of God. For it is God who resides at the center of centers in all of creation’s wheels, spinning them into creation from their tiny center points — be it a daisy or buttercup or conch shell, to a massive galaxy, connecting them all in a sacred web of life at all scales, micro to macro. And S-he spins them all outwardly from an infinitely invisible center point, “ex-nihilo” (out of nothing) as Richard’s fine art piece in today’s DM depicts. Like the pottery of M.C. Richard’s, the Webb telescope brings us a vision of those same spin-signed patterns millions of miles away. A simple garden spider replicates the same thing in spin-signing the web of her creation, likewise fashioning her web from center to periphery, thereby replicating the Big Bang moment of creation before our very eyes, only a few feet or inches away from the naked eye. Please join me viewing this sacred act of creation in a short video: https://YouTube.be/zNtSAQHNONo
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Again and again I remind myself and any who will hear—
Mitákuye oyàsin, hozho naashadoo, beannacht.
All are my relatives (Lakota), therefore I will walk in harmony (Navajo/Diné), blessed to be blessing (Irish Gaelic).
Thank you for reminding us of this beautiful Lakota prayer, Patrick.
“Nature is, above all, profligate.” I love this. It recalls for me a visit with my son to the Phoenix Botanical Gardens where we saw more kinds of succulents than we could count. As my son is a delightful comic writer and actor, the two of us started riffing on angels in Heaven watching God create succulents. Talking as we passed each new cacti, we imagined angels relating how God delighted in each new creation. “I think I’ll put soft yellow fur on the end of the spikes on this one,” they would overhear God say. Or “Hmmn. How about the tips of this fat one open up to look like cat faces.” Or “I think I’ll put purple arms on this one and have the arms turn blue when the moon rises, and I’ll cover it with needles that look like spirals.” We were playing in our imaginations. Yet, I believe there is truth to the idea that God never runs out of ideas, that God is still creating, and that God is profligate in creating. Playful. As Meister Eckhart said, “God is the youngest thing there is.”
Michele, Your words are so beautiful: “I believe there is truth to the idea that God never runs out of ideas, that God is still creating, and that God is profligate in creating. Playful. As Meister Eckhart said, “God is the youngest thing there is.” Thank you sooo much !!!
My close friend Ken share this walking meditation with me that helps me from drifting into anger.
In a few days, I am headed south for our tribe’s Green Corn ceremony and then in a few weeks, my friend Black Bear and I will head to Window Rock on the Navajo Reservation.
I thought you might enjoy hearing the Blessing Way of the Dine’ (Navajo)
In beauty I walk
With beauty before me I walk
With beauty behind me I walk
With beauty above me I walk
With beauty around me I walk
It has become beauty again
Today I will walk out, today everything negative will leave me
I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body.
I will have a light body, I will be happy forever, nothing will hinder me.
I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.
I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.
I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.
In beauty all day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons, may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With dew about my feet, may I walk.
With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.
My words will be beautiful…
In Navajo, the word Hózhó is the word for beauty. In the Navajo language, beauty means balance, aka harmony.
As ever
Ken
https://youtu.be/hD3Gd4BEo_s
Kenneth Barnett Tankersley, Ph.D. (Piqua Tribe of Alabama)
Associate Professor
Fellow of the Graduate School
Department of Anthropology
Department of Geology
We should use our intelligence as intelligently as we can as often as we can.
It’s our medicine, it’s our protection, it’s our self-defense.
—John Trudell
https://youtu.be/hD3Gd4BEo_s