Save your grace
For Sundays and seders
And seek your savior's grace,
So you can save your place in heaven's line,
If you believe in that sorta thing.
Saints say the same thing,
So I'll decline the ride
I won't be taken on one,
I'd rather go out and walk
See what the woods have to say--
The secrets they hold
They're embedded in the bark
In the soil, in the dark,
If you listen on the wind
You can hear it whisperin'
And you may hear it different than me
Who even knows if it's the same to begin?
So I interface with the forest
Face to face
So my source is
The first
And not known thru seconds and thirds,
Then the meaning isn't stepped on
Chewed up, spit out,
Regurgitated--you
might even heard i made it,
Like gold that gets old
and looks tarnished and faded,
If you want to find God
Don't ask the man
They made into a monument,
They'll want to all follow you
If you learn to filter the truth.
Nature is difficult to come at without conception and scientific understanding is mediated
by observation through extensions of our senses and thorough marination in theory and hypothesis and mathematics. Laws are heuristics since the empirical is forever ongoing, til
in some unimaginable time.... it stops. A world of platonic objects? Hard to say what it is then:
unnoticed, unnoticing, without motion, heat, light, and perfectly arrayed by spatial gravity without
potential.for acceleration.
I took several medium length hikes with friends from Spring to late Summer. Exertion, breath, retaining balance and momemtum climbing suppress the inner dialogue in attending the terrain, the ground vegetation, the slipperiness of stone, the tactics of safely walking... a meditation on breath, the burn of you…
You're a good UU -- finding your spirituality in nature -- and walking an independent path.