Dear reader,
The sounds of a city I once called home are, at this moment, a distant land of their own making. Thunder crashes in the skies with the power of inevitability. Little children play hide and seek in a school yard that holds laughter and dreams in the fabric of its own being. It's July. The wheat fields are turning gold and dusty. The streets smell of scorching asphalt, car tires, and coffee. Rushing, shade-seeking steps, and lovers holding hands are all part of a yet untold story. Who are we? Today A RAY OF SIGH starts the journey through the answers of this question by presenting
THE SCIENTISTS : "We are seekers. Such is the human condition, and, what makes us feel safe, most often than not, is the proof that something is real. An atom. An electron. A star, bursting somewhere in the cosmos. A breath. A kiss, sometimes, and sometimes, a fall, a cut on the knee, or a bruise on our heart. A testament to our existence. Scientific discoveries offer us that proof, and tend to make this search more bearable - the journey clearer - and bring nature, with all of her chaos, might, and beauty, closer to us. It is in that closeness, that we find that we are not alone. And we are not separate. We are beautifully intertwined. We are nature."
The first rest stop on this path - the first glass of fresh water on this hot, gray afternoon - is THE SEARCH FOR WHO WE ARE: On Carl Sagan and How Our Greatness Lies In Our Ability To Love :
"Each and every being that is part of life is a whole Universe in a slightly different form from all other forms that are, all others that were, and all those others, that will come into being. And yet, the peril, and without a doubt, the gift, of our being here now, is the notion of death’s imminence. That alone should make us treat ourselves, each other, and our world, with more kindness, more love, and more patience. If we are not able to do that for each other, what kind of world are we going to leave to the children?"
Also available now on the POETRY page is my latest released poem THE BIRDS WILL RETURN:
THE BIRDS WILL RETURN
The hands open like letters filled with declarations of love.
A little tremble, A little pain, And a myriad of appearances.
An interlude of softness and Closing of the eyes is taking place.
I dissipate into the space Of the space Of the space of sweet awareness,
And out of the infinitude Where all is lost and all is true,
I hear a voice – Mine, And belonging to every one of your multitudes.
Wherever you are, I am sending you love. Yours, Meri
PALE BLUE DOT BY Carl Sagan / NASA "Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor, and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."
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