Oh Divinity, Master of the Universe,
All creation sings together.
Across all time, across all dancing;
We come into being and grow through arc – our song of livingness,
From many heavens – comes Light, Air, Water, and Creation’s Manna
To bear us up in our Loving, our Labor, and our Living.
In this, creation’s song, please forgive our missing the mark;
As, we forgive – those who miss the mark – with and against us.
In times of trial, walk with us;
Deliver us through evils that invite and mock.
For all creation, all power, and all glory are from the Divine;
Now and forever. Amen.
The apparent form is not a form at all. It is a matrix of listening. It can be as mindmap. It can be as outline. It acts as iterative process. When we begin with … how… if it not framed as a what or behavior, we are not asking a question at all. We are making a yes/but statement. Each question word is contextualized with the other question words. This is linking using Lean Six Sigma practices, Active Listening practices, Spiral Dynamics practices, Chris Alexander practices, Traction Gap practices, Range practices, Natural Systems Practices… the list of analogies goes on and on. (Memenomics, Spiral Dynamics in Action, Adizes, Collins, Katz and Nowak, Frankl, Kooser, Hollis, Mate’ , It is the practice of leveraging daily work to grow daily work. So, to engage the work is to engage and connect in community.
Just musing on this challenge.
“… the truth will make you free.” John 8:21-32
The candle in the cave.
Light warming the darkness.
That place where, the empty page invites.
That place where the empty staff; music calls.
The invitation to dance with lyric, narrative, melody and poetry.
The invitation to dance in all creation.
Easy to put ‘truth’ in the context of demand.
Easy to put ‘truth’ in frame of law…
When the lenten candle lights the cave …
In preparation, in solitude, in quiet reflection…
In the cacophony of voices… all call truth…
Light warming darkness.
The meal inviting communion.
The soft touch of …
The light caress of …
The Candle in the cave.
And so the lyric, the narrative…
That lenten muse…
For in moment, in communion.
The page embraces.
The staff enfolds.
And the song pours forth.
In call creation.
Amen, and amen.
Amen, and amen.