Wednesday, April 21, 2010

In the begining...

This was transcribed by me from a podcast, I believe that it was an episode of speaking of faith with Krista Tippet speaking to a Jewish woman. I wish remembered which one it was but this story of the creation struck me deep enough to open a word document and write her words down verbatim. I thought of this the other day and found that doc. file. Here is an amazing story of creation that doesn't deal with any classical elements, no gardens of good or evil, no ever expanding or contracting universes, or anthropomorphic deities.

"In the beginning. There was only the holy darkness. The Ine Sofe. The source of life. Then in the course of history, at a moment in time, this world, this world of a thousand thousand things, emerged from the heart of the holy darkness as a great ray of light. Then there was an accident. The vesicles containing the light of the world, the wholeness of the world, broke. And the wholeness of the world , the light of the world , was scattered into a thousand thousand fragments of light. And they fell into all events and all people, where they remain deeply hidden, until this very day.
Now according to my grandfather, this whole of the human race is a response to this accident. We are here because we are born with the capacity to find the hidden light with in all events and all people. To lift it up and make it visible once again. And there by restore the innate wholeness of the world. And this task is called Te Cuno Lume in Hebrew. It’s the restoration of the world. And this is not done by making a huge difference. It’s by healing the world that touches you."

Monday, April 12, 2010

unnamed

How did I come to be here, out in the middle of the sea? I always kept the land just to my left by day. The question is as much rhetorical as it is important. Of course I drifted out during the night. I was rocked into a genital sleep by my watery lovers night times motion. I last remember Inanna in the sky, one before the new moon. Her silver sliver winked at me as if to say “oh the things I have planned for you”. I was always told never to question the will of the gods but damned I’ll be if I shant rail to the heaven and earth out of pure human existence.