As we enter the deeper levels of awareness and reality itself, we know less and less about cause and effect. There’s a top-down as well as a bottom-up causation. I don’t think we can know a lot about top-down causation. That’s where the mystery and awe is- and it’s also where the trust comes in. It’s imperative that we trust that there is a deeper knowing in the universe than our own knowing. All the spiritual paths talk about the fact that you can’t describe the indescribable. The practice then, is not only to trust the unknowing, it’s really to honor and appreciate and love that unknown, and to really embrace it as the life force that is the ultimate energy and ultimate source….Wink Franklin
our offerings to the altar of the heart genuinely dismiss the need to know…..the beating heart knows the power of moving forward, to groove into the primal need to pump blood regardless of past or future….something like inertia droops the soul downward….sky and sun and heaven pull us back up…..
As an MIT grad and an aeronautics engineer and astronaut, presumably I understood star formation and galactic formation, a little about quantum physics, a lot of classical physics, engineering, orbital mechanics- all of the things that seem to be appropriate to space exploration. And then, on the way home from the moon, looking out at the heavens, this insight- which I could now call a transcendent experience- happened. I realized that the molecules of my body had been created or prototyped in an ancient generation of stars- along with the molecules of the spacecraft and my partners and everything else we could see, including the Earth out in front of us. It was an experience of connectedness. It was an experience of bliss, of ecstasy. It was so profound. I realized that the story of ourselves as told by science- our cosmology, our religion- was incomplete and likely flawed. I recognized that the Newtonian idea of separate, independent, discrete things in the universe wasn’t a fully accurate description….Edgar Mitchell
One’s nakedness is very slow.
One calls to it, one wastes one’s sympathy.
Comparison, too, is very slow.
Where is the past?
I sense that we should keep this coming.
Something like joy rivulets along the sand.
‘I’ insists that we ‘go in.’ We go in.
One cannot keep all of it. What is enough
of it. And ‘keep?’- I am being swept away-
what is ‘keep?’ A waking good.
Visibility blocking the view.
Although we associate the manifest with kindness.
The way it goes where it goes, slight downslope.
Like the word ‘suddenly,’ the incline it causes.
Also the eye’s wild joy sucked down the slope
the minutes wave by wave
pack down and slick.
The journey- some journey- visits one.
The journey- some journey-visits me.
Then this downslope once again.
And how it makes what happens
always more heavily
laden, this self only able to sink (albeit also lifting
as in a sudden draught) into the future. ‘Our’ future.
Where everyone is patient. Where all the sentences
come to complete themselves.
Where what wants to be human still won’t show its face.