Sunday, a life begins....

Sunday morning, it is very quiet, like Christmas eve where no one is stirring, not even a mouse.

Outside my window I hear a crow cawing....life begins. Through the unopened blinds I see a wet street, and green grass, but that is all so far. The fog is not near my window today, but I would have to guess that it may be out there hovering over the water like before the dawn of creation it must have hovered over all the earth, like some kind of magic covering making what was to come, invisible, to whatever eyes may be looking around from somewhere out there, large knowing eyes that might see this magical world beginning.

And in a poof of time, the fog parts, and there is this world of green grasses, and trees, and blue waters, and puffy white clouds that are now up high beginning their journey to recycle their contents onto this precious planet, the original recycler!

Dots of other colors appear, and majestic mountains topped in white snow, another form of the clouds that shrouded it's beginning..fields of flowers in every color perk up to the sunshine that is warm and friendly, bringing relaxation to the land and it's natural inhabitants, plants. A world of plants only, and then insects, butterflies and croaking frogs that live in the mire, and in the oceans large and small fishes do their laps and feed on one another.

Life has begun. There is no turning back, the creator has awakened, and upon awakening, has created this ripple in consciousness, and is now alive in every imagining it can conceive of, every experience it can explore.

Man will ultimately become a manifestation of this divine creation that is yet awakening itself into being. And man will search for himself, because it is nonetheless creation searching for itself, creating itself. We are to be humbled, for we are this creation, this creator manifesting, but we do not recognize who we are, so we hide away, and we do things that are like unknowing things of a child who doesn't realize his creative potential, and ability to love.

And we become conscious again, as well, and in that becoming conscious, we remember who and what we are..divinity itself, we could be no less than that, divinity is all there is. Like the clouds, it takes many many forms, but it is still the one, the divine, the awakened one moving through it's impervious life, searching for itself in each creation.