Coming home to the potential of our lives, we see that everything we try to hold on to is a seed, blown in from some neighboring field; then if we are fortunate we may glimpse the spontaneity and wholeness of our own unborn presence.
For comfort’s sake, I like to believe that I am weaving something coherent out of my scattered impulses and impressions. But who is the weaver, and who the woven, in this mysterious adventure that is constantly unravelling?
“You can no sooner pin down a position than you can plant a flag on the sea. Points in space are indistinguishable and interchangeable. Because they lack any differentiating attributes, whatever the world consists of must not reside at points; space is unable to support any localized structure.” Adapted from Spooky Action at a Distance: The Phenomenon That Reimagines Space and Time—and What It Means for Black Holes, the Big Bang, and Theories of Everything, by George Musser, Scientific America, Volume 313, Issue 5, Features.
“The perfectly round fiery sun,
It stands balanced on the sea,
It is still red this early . . . “ (“Los Cabos Sunrise”, Ken McKeon…see entire poem below)
“Mind relates to the whole of our being, and its qualities manifest in all we think, feel, and do. Since mind pervades every aspect of our reality, we might say that mind is our entire reality.” “Revelations of Mind”, Tarthang Tulku, Page 30.”
“Carrol’s stunner, at least to many non-scientists, is this: “Every particle is actually a field. The universe is full of fields, and what we think of as particles are just excitations of those fields, like waves in an ocean.” Kathryn Jensen in Symmetry, 2013, review of a talk by Theorist Sean Carroll.
“When you are aware of the activity of minding that builds each structure, your perceptions do not have to take on the heaviness of their content. You can see how perceptions accumulate and how they are established, how mind makes a fabric of them and how language, images, characters, and qualities communicate forward, introducing, sponsoring and identifying.” Dynamics of Time and Space, Transcending Limits on Knowledge. Tarthang Tulku.
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“There’s no message in a bottle on this pink sand beach,
Unless the sun is a message
And the bottle is the sky,
That way then the sun is filling up
A bottle that I cannot grasp,
Though I can see the sun,
The perfectly round fiery sun,
It stands balanced on the sea,
It is still red this early, the
Dawning has just begun,
Though it seems to be pausing,
Just as I, a speaking shadow,
Have paused here among the silences,
Of a few motionless seguros,
One holds a small bright yellow bird,
And that bird sings a morning song,
It’s a brief sharp trilling of the day,
And my heart stops within its bare notes,
I, me, my, am a stone shadow,
Though I am leaning towards the sun,
And my shadow streams off behind me,
As the sun unfolds its silken draperies,
And the waves break in curdling silver,
And the sand, the perfectly pink sand,
Darkens as it yields itself to the day,
And the day pours through
My rock strewn life, its light
Holds the song we sing,
And the sky flames with heat,
And the deep blue fades
As I salute you, and turn within you,
To shuffle on along
This briefest morning stay.”
Los Cabos Sunrise, Ken McKeon
Thanks to Jack Petranker for sharing the above scientific and spiritual inquiry material. These several articles invite reflection on the intersection among modern Quantum Physics, “Time, Space, Knowledge”, and Mind. They also help me imagine that I am standing next to Ken, enjoying an early dawn, as it breaks over the Pacific Ocean.