| Hiranyagarbha, the Golden cosmic egg*|
We’ve known for years that once Humpty Dumpty fell and shattered,
no-one—at least none of our bigwigs—could pull him together again.
But I thought that like ants we could rebuild it—hills of ants (or bees in hives)—
could—with infinite care—put the almost-whole egg back together.
Like carving a medieval door, it could be the work of a lifetime.
Like an entire church, it would be the work of many life times.
But even if possible, it won’t be familiar. It’s no jigsaw puzzle.
Many hearts will birth a new creation, or no being will survive.
What better use of our senses now than to observe and attend to
the wealth and stress of what surrounds us (and beyond),
to experience the shoes, roots, and ripples of other lives, and to try
what we can not imagine alone. Let’s live that fully as long as we can.