Weed Seeding

Photo by Joe Grant © 2019

God’s Realm is like someone who scatters seed on the ground, then sleeps and rises night and day, while the seed sprouts and grows, no-one knows how. Luke 4:26-27

Seeker,
Have you witnessed the re-creative power of Nature?

Most of us, much of the time,
are so busy getting THERE
that we fail to realize we are already HERE.

In essence, prayer is no more or less than this:
a desire and determination,
to be HERE and no place else.

HERE is the stage
upon which the unfolding field of relationships—
God’s Realm— is set.

We see the light everywhere but where we are, and chase after what we think we lack, only to find humbly, it was with us all along. Mark Nepo

For sure, we each have a part to play,
for good or ill,
in the drama of our days.

Yet we are not
the author of this
eternally unspooling story.

And HERE is neither the beginning,
nor the end
of the journey.

HERE is another Artist at work—
Presence unbounded, wider in mind, wilder in heart—
on an immeasurable canvas.

Like seed grain, packed with possibility,
the Domain of Mercy germinates by its own power,
in its own good time.

We do not make the garden grow.
We awaken to it; tending to spontaneity that surfaces,
enjoying fruits that sprout of their own accord.

Though we do not make it happen,
we can choose
to dwell HERE, or not.

This weedy ground-of-being
will not be controlled or contained.
It is mystery; too broad for narrow minds, too deep for shallow hearts.

With what could we compare the Domain of the Divine? It is like a mustard seed, the smallest of all seeds; yet when sown, it grows into the greatest of all shrubs. Mark 4:30-32

Neither a territory, nor a State,
God’s Domain is an ever-new state of being—
in relationship with everything.

This encompassing horizon that recedes before us,
beckons the awakening
of consciousness and connection.

With ways and means far beyond us,
our Mysterious Maker
works around, sometimes through, and often despite us.

And those people and places
we overlook and undervalue
arrive laden with God-Realm potential.

For this is no trickle-down Reign from on high.
It is an eruption,
beneath our souls.

The lower we go,
the closer we come
to the humble seeds of possibility.

I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders. Henry David Thoreau

We cannot farm weeds.
They thrive in the wilds,
in outlands neglected.

Left alone,
they crack the hardest crust
to transform dereliction into diversity; a shelter for abundant life.

No life forms—from the rain-forests to phytoplankton
who give us this day our daily breath—
lie outside the cosmic sweep of creativity.

Perhaps we have no handle
on this Great Field
because it has no door.

May you take the path
that HERE opens,
and wildly scatter weedy seeds of forgiveness.

joe

Christhood: Resurrection Practice

Photo by Joe Grant © 2019

Jesus himself stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.’
Startled, they were terrified and thought they were seeing a ghost.
He said to them, ‘Why so frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and feet; see that it is I myself. Touch me and see…’

Luke 24:36-39

Seeker,
Where have you witnessed resurrection this new day?

Whether we care
to notice it or not,
Spring has sprung.

Whether or not we perceive it,
new life has everywhere erupted;
miraculous and blooming with pungent promise.

But what does resurrection actually bring to life,
amid the deep distresses and desolations
of our times?

How do we open a space
for healing to happen
in a heated climate of suspicion and division?

And what does new life mean for people
whose hearts are boarded-up;
who are incarcerated, burdened and broken?

So here is resurrection’s scandalous secret—
a mystery so deep that no amount of surface-scratching
will remove or reveal it:

Always, always, the Christ appears unbidden,
as the wounded one;
the perforated, broken, visibly damaged life in our midst.

Sometimes that wounded Christ is you;
yes, and sometimes also me.
But more often Christ is fleshed in those we do not care to see.

For resurrection offers no escape from trials, tears or failure.
It promises a wide-wounded embrace,
a welcome solidarity with tangible sufferings and alienations all.

i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings…      e e  cummings

In the embrace of Christhood over cult,
connection over division, and mercy over punishment, resurrection
releases us from prisons of the past; dungeons of our own design.

When we practice Christhood— being in touch with wounded-ness—
the shards of our shattered world stir and shift,
as the heart-like-kaleidoscope turns into the light of a new day.

So may resurrection continue
to interfere with your plans and color your projections.
And may peace punctuate the patterns of your day,

joe