A long view

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The Infinite a sudden Guest
Has been assumed to be—
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?

Emily Dickinson
from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

World news causes fairly widespread breathlessness. Sometimes I’m comforted – for all its enormity – by reflecting upon my little space and place within the context of the infinite. The phrase ‘underneath are the everlasting arms’ comes to mind.



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Here’s a photo of my study made earlier today, the sun streaming through the windows, shortly after a snowfall – seen through a kaleidoscopic lens filter – the multi-perspective possibilities through which are infinite. What immense depth lies just beyond what we usually ‘see’. What wonderment, praise and awe are forthcoming when I still myself – even if only very briefly each day – to meditate upon the intricate extra-ordinariness of our life and experience in this world, and the universe in which it spins. I love it. Plain sight, or kaleidoscopic art and reach, this is quite a place to be!


creation's iridescence

Neither hot nor cold but perfectly
temperate – we watch and celebrate
her waving and turning, singing and
smiling, echoing and flying, through
and around and above and beneath
iridescent infinities quite
beyond prior experience or
any ability even to
begin to comprehend, let alone
give voice to. The old words don’t fit. Here
flowers are like flowers but are not –
and some figures are like lambs or lions
but only for less than might once have
been called a second before all time
telling became redundant. And stars
and galaxies explode into view but
don’t appear to grasp or occupy
more space than seems appropriate or
perfect design. A wave, a smile, an
echo, flight through, around, above and
beneath. Neither division, hunger
or thirst, wearyness or waiting but
one exquisite union, one perfect
creating – every thought and atom
redeemed and sustained by the cosmic
dance processing paradise – yearning
for which makes life on earth cry out and
reach for her song, smile, flight and echo