As Above, So Below - God and Social Media

As Above, So Below

The digital age has more to teach us about God than you might think. We have created a "virtual world" which mirrors and creatively transcends this "real" material world. The possibilities are endless, as it is in God.
Social Media becomes a mode to connect, to network. The contemplative has already discovered that we are all connected, that the universe is a network of living matter, infused with a cloud of knowing which infuses every particle. Life surges within Life. Everything is connected. God is, which connects everything.
Humanity is intimately connected at the center of being. It is only on the surface of Life that we appear to exist separately, individually, an illusion to entertain the One who Is All. This idea may offend some and confuse others, but it is what it is. Yet, what a mind-blowing thought it is - the complexity of Being - creating, maintaining, renewing every particle of Life which forms the larger beings of the universe - from stars to sentient beings - from moment to moment - for an eternal day. This is God's Nirvana, God's Ecstatic Joy. This material universe, these material universes, these quantum material universes, are the virtual realities of God's digital world.
Social media is helping humanity to reconnect, to network again, after a period of time in which we have prized our individuality and uniqueness. But we are unique for one purpose - to excite each others' senses - to wonder at the individuality of life and the plethora of creative expression.
The wonders of this life teach us about God and Reality, if we have eyes to see and ears to hear. Computer technology and social media teach us about the reality of God, too. If you have ears to hear and eyes to see, your heart will understand - Everything really is --- Connected. Everything is One.

Not Enough Tears

I have not enough tears
to shed over this
latest atrocity in Kenya.
I am becoming numb.

Fundamentalism pollutes
every religion, every senate.

So-called religious "leaders" -
who are only doing their "job"
mislead and guide astray
the lambs -
have any of them touched
the hem of the divine?
and Jesus warned us -
Beware the false shepherds, and
the wolves in sheep's clothing,

Fundamentalism pollutes
every religion, every senate.

Judaism has not saved the
human heart -
neither has Christianity -
and neither has Islam -
neither Hinduism,
nor Shintu,
nor Confucianism,
nor any religion
in the name of any god.
(There really is only one,
and the One is nameless)

If Islam takes over this country,
I shall quietly disappear -
and you can pick up the pieces.

Ignorance pollutes
every religion, every senate.

You can only save yourself.

agd

Why do artists create?

Why do we do what we do?

We do it for love of the Universe! The creation is an end in itself. When we get a little acknowledgement from others, that's a bonus.

                                  Jan Faires, harper and entrepreneur.

Ideas Are Forever...

I believe that even if we don't produce our ideas physically, every idea is still recorded in the Book of Life - even Jesus intimated that thoughts are real and have an impact. So then, every idea is available, if we have eyes to see, and ears to hear. How wonderful is THAT?!! And it would take an eternity to peruse them all!

Nothing is lost, 

no one is ever forgotten, 

and everything has value.

agd

The Whole Truth

"Within us is 
the soul of the whole, 
the wise silence, 
the universal beauty, 
the eternal One."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Snowday

Covered in white -
not color,
but brilliance,
like sparkling sand
the sugary ice
muffles life.

So quiet it is,
so peaceful the world
right now
in the morning light -
not a wheel turning
on the road or in my head -
just listening -
to the sunny silence --

And Absalom purrs relentlessly.

agd 2.17.2015

Shifting Snow

The shifting snow
swirls behind
the horseless carriage
I follow,
moving too fast
for me to appreciate
each moment's new pattern.

And even if each moment
were captured in pixels,
I could not live long enough
to view them all.

agd 2.16.15

Send Off

The Dalai Llama has said that dying is just getting a new set of clothes. Here’s an interesting take on what it may be like for the newly departed, casting off their burdens and moving with enthusiasm into the next world. Kathleen Aguero lives in Massachusetts. 




Send Off 

The dead are having a party without us.

They’ve left our worries behind.

What a bore we’ve become

with our resentment and sorrow,

like former lovers united

for once by our common complaints.

Meanwhile the dead, shedding pilled sweaters,

annoying habits, have become

glamorous Western celebrities

gone off to learn meditation.

We trudge home through snow

to a burst pipe,

broken furnace, looking

up at the sky where we imagine

they journey to wish them bon voyage,

waving till the jet on which they travel

first class is out of sight—

only the code of its vapor trail left behind.

Kathleen Aguero

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2013 by Kathleen Aguero from her most recent book of poems, After That, (Tiger Bark Press, 2013). 

Valentine's Day

You have never told me,
"I love you"
in words I can hear.

But you have provided for me,
protected me,
inspired me,
embraced me,
sent angels to help me,
and have given me
vision to see.

You are ever present,
ever loving,
and what more can I do
but love you in return? ....

when I help you in my brother,
give you freedom to roam the field (meow),
smile at you on the street,
when I show compassion,
when I play my harp for you
when you are sick or dying,
when I pass up a penny in the parking lot
so you, as a child
will be thrilled to have found money -
what luck!

Thank you, my love ... for everything.

agd

Thanks

So many passing minutes,

busy days,

and fleeting years -

But all we need is 

a moment in time

to remember

the good people

on our journey

and to bless them

on their way.

agd 2.13.2015 

Burning Skies

Today,
The burning rose
   Of evening mirrors
The fiery rose of dawn -
   Sun singeing the edges
Of night and morn -
   Bookends of fire
For a bland day.

agd

A reminder to those who call themselves Christian

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.

A Franciscan Prayer (not written by St. Francis of Assisi) Explanation

Reality

And when one realizes 

who is in charge, 

one can guide his or her journey 

through Life's hazardous maze 

to it's end, 

though often

not without scars. 

agd