“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein
When stardust, quarks, and mystery combine
to make a human, nothing can compare
to possibilities. Some say beware
of ultimate betrayal to confine
the breath of life where tangled roots entwine
with evolution. I can only stare
in utter wonder, blinded by the glare
of dazzling supernatural design.
For wedged between the elemental ash
and sentient entity, surprises lurk
in hidden crevices of every hue
across the spectral plane, and in a flash
all heaven is exposed. It’s but a quirk
the miracle of promise can renew.
2022 Mary Boren
Did Planet Earth evolve from random bits
of space debris intensively colliding
in willy-nilly fashion as befits
the current state of omnipresent fighting?
Does co-existence here for you and me
derive from Capricana’s maiden landing?
A Legend of Creation holds the key
for those demanding doubtless understanding.
Before a single footprint punched the soil
foreshadowing humanity’s uniqueness,
a serpent was positioned to uncoil
the moment opportunity met weakness.
The Maker softly sighed and shook Her head,
“I wish I’d fashioned something else instead.”
Mary Boren, 2017
Expressions of the human heart traverse a labyrinth.
The smallest thought can hold a thousand seeds.
A sigh, a burst of merriment, a kindness, or a prayer
is balanced on the crux of vows and deeds.
‘Neath petals of a dandelion that cluster round the stem,
inert until its power is released,
a dormant seed lies waiting to be scattered on the wind,
but only when the flower is deceased.
So wishing for a miracle and holding fast to hope
is nothing but a mental exercise.
The miracle occurs before a thought is fully born —
it’s letting go that sends it through the skies.
“The person I’m supposed to be?”
What makes you think you’re not
completely marvelous in who you are?
The road that yields the most to see
is paved with what you brought
from God’s imagination. You’re a star!
Before you were a twinkle in
your daddy’s eye, you chose
the lesson plan to fit your spirit’s needs,
so when you see a crinkle in
your path as it unfolds
before you, simply follow where it leads.
There isn’t any wrong or right
result in being you.
Experience holds essence on its course.
As choices guide you to the light,
you’ll recognize each cue
and circle wide, returning to the source.
Some claim his total essence could reside
in Christianity, Islam, or Zen.
Some swear he’s just a myth; some say he died.
Some think the universe resulted when
a random bang occurred, creatively,
and chaos rules each planetary spin.
Such thoughts are neither here nor there to me,
for God is simply everywhere. That’s all.
Benevolence beyond infinity.
Transcending time and space, the One we call
Jehovah, Yahwe, Allah — labeled, checked,
and catalogued — is anything but small.
I wouldn’t want a god my intellect
could comprehend. (You either, I suspect.)
Inherent in The Mystery that sketched
the universe is Consciousness, a mind
so boundless as to cross a chasm stretched
through time and space eternal, yet refined
enough to make a snowflake. As the blind
and crippled beggar huddled by the gate
of old Jerusalem, his faith aligned
with mercy in the power to co-create
a healing flow. Today, when you began
to bristle, then decided not to sit
in judgment after all, forgiveness ran
the course; benevolence flew over it.
In each embodiment of thought that spurs
a change of heart, a miracle occurs.
From the fathomless profoundness
of ethereal expression
in the chronicles of knowledge,
one by one, the leaves are torn.
In the guise of mewling beings
fraught with questions and conundrums,
pages flutter. All the answers
are forgotten when we’re born.
We endure the transformation
through the passage of illusion
as embodied bits of wisdom
disconnected from the whole,
for our singular assignment
in this realm of bounds and borders
is to reassert the message
that is written on each soul.
Life presents us with its lessons
in apparent chances – choices
rife with symmetry and purpose,
comprehensive yet concise,
’til by boon or lucky blunder
or relentless repetition,
we perceive that pain and pleasure
are as temporal as ice.
But as ice returns to water
which, on warming, forms a vapor,
we’re reminded of the substance
of creation: Eden’s mist
emanates across the ages
through the veil of incoherence
where, with passing recognition,
flesh and spirit coexist.