Life is so much smaller than we think.
Life is a gnat’s tumble.
All of it. All there.
Life is a swallow’s escape.
All of it. All there.
Life is the sea creatures crushed together
Over millennia
To form the limestone slabs.
Life is the drip, drip, drip
Of the rain
Through that limestone
To the caves beneath
Where bacteria hum the merest tune.
We barely hear it up above,
Lost in the enormity
Of our civilised ambitions,
But the whole universes dances
To that faint whistle.
We must learn to be small again
To listen to the thin noises
And begin to move our bodies
In tune to that atomic beat.
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Poem: Yes, this is our trouble. We think, feel, perceive ourselves as big when, in reality, we are ridiculously small.That perception gets reflected in the liturgy (‘Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.’) And now we are in trouble because that is REALLY bad advice!
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