Is the fundamental nature of nature,

matter or soul?

(And does it matter?)

Does a Live Oak tree

have a soul of her own

through which she communes with Divinity?

Or,

when a potter throws clay on her spinning wheel

to create a bowl,

what does that bowl hold along with Cherrioes?

And when that aforementioned oak tree communes,

is it the tree or Divinity doing the praying?

Why would the Divine talk to Herself?

Does Divinity hear?

Is Divinity here?

Somewhere?

Everywhere?

Any where?

Or,

(Perish the thought,)

no where?

Is Divinity?

When the potter fills her newly created bowl with beans and rice

and eats all of it,

what is left in the bowl when the beans and rice digests?

“Soul in Bowl?” (remember the movie?)

No soul in bowl?

(Some have dared to say, “Not even a bowl!”

but lets not wander down that path just yet!

Let’s stick to what, at least,

MIGHT be…)

I like the thought that Divinity

is the photosynthesis.

Not the leaf, but what the leaf does.

Divinity, a verb, not a noun.

Divinity DOES,

and the stuff,

“the material girl in a material world”

(Remember your Madonna?)

is the mechanism through which the Divine acts,

heals the leper,

splits the sea,

blinds Saint Paul, temporarily.

Ya know,

it can get pretty exhausting,

being in a perpetual daze,

trying to figure out this amazing maze…

But, it gives us something to do

as we wonder through our days.

So, let’s us just move on through time…

Oh! No!

TIME!

(Another thing to worry about!)

Aww, Hell!

Ya know what would be nice?

To just enjoy our beans and rice,

cooked with our own special, home-grown-spice

and leave it to the theologians

to gorge on God.