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My Creator is a Dancer

It is time to cut the seriousness, taking ourselves so seriously that is.

Seriously, Isn’t it time to stop straining so hard to justify ourselves as a grain of the entire cosmos claiming we are the authority on whether there is a creator or not and if so what kind of a creator he or she is. Maybe that old phrase applies here. Get Real, seriously.

A dancer knows when it is time to pop out of the womb that every moment is a fresh creation. What’s there to do? We dance the celebration dance and the stay alert and alive dance as a kind of juggling act. Actually the juggling is already in process. We are born with a kind of binary up and down, expanding and contracting sort of perspective that means we are a creation in process, in the balance as they say. The dancer of whatever age plays within the balance.

So if creation is at hand every millisecond, what is there to decide? Creation exists. We can name it as life. We can observe it. We can catalog it. And within ourselves those tasks are daunting.

Luckily we are equipped with all the resources to probe and experiment with this life, both life that is us and our life that is interconnected with all life. Luckily we do not have to decide if this life is personal or chemical or extra-terrestrial.

A dancer knows that life is the next moment arriving with all its surprises. We do not have to surmise the characteristics of this life because by the time we make our cartoon dance of ourselves, life has divided a million times into another surprise. Why do we suppose that teenage dancers are eager for the next moment while their peers are imagining hundreds of ways to shut down the life they are given.

As an aside, it is curious that we can spend so much seriousness on whether or not we are right about a creator when we can not even decide how to treat the life at our finger tips. Take for example the polar bear as a creature that can solve any of life’s challenges of survival. Yet as we shove them out of their habitat, we can not devise a way to feed and treat them as real life.

Curiously, this the same way we treat insect species that we kill off daily and even our children have no place to fully play within the realms of their immense creative life. We work our children like they were factory rats and wonder why they have no idea what wonder and awe of life is about.

Back to the point of seriousness, we are given all we need to manage and shape our self as a functioning part of life. A dancer takes a simple image with a simple thought and a movement; adds a simple hope and begins to gather data from the richness of their experience. A dancer knows too that there are dials to amplify every quality of movement, focus and emotion and meditation.

Navigation is as simple as asking a question. Ahh, here is the debate of the creator. Can we ask a question of life and get an answer? People who have faced extreme life threatening challenges, say yes. Well yes is yes.

We can ask questions of life and get answers. Never mind that we believe it takes a life time to develop a relationship with life that allows us to ask or to listen for an answer. This is a matter of experience. Experiment with the experience, dare I say it, like a dancer delves into the rich qualities of experience.

Seriously, if we are a fresh creation every moment, isn’t it about time to stop beating around the (burning) bush and get into the business of participating with our life as it grows.

As the dancer knows, life takes attention, anticipation, sorting and discarding what is cumbersome,and of course being vulnerable enough to have fun with a mistake.

So for better or worse my creator is at work every millisecond and I might as well call life like it is. a dancer.

Oh and for all the takers of life, it is not easy and it is best to take those moments of silence that our ancestors treasured as ways to send and receive messages about our experience. It is also helpful to find others who love life to join us in preparing for encounters with the likes of the Christ who answers a question with a question about our empathy, our forgiveness, and our willingness to live a full life.

Outtakes:!?: What about the question if life is worth it, particularly if there is no creator to confer with for further encouragement. The courage of asking the question is sometimes left for the risk takers and the dancers who face their vulnerability in every part of their lives. And also, who is brave enough to ask if being without life is any less challenging on the other side than life is on this side? We might as well slow down our experiment and have fun with life. There is the challenge of real courage.
Tim Hurst 10/07/17

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Who Move I Poem

Who do I Move? The I of Nature do I move?
Everything a curve that returns to myself? A replica of every curve of my thoughts, my motion, my direction, and my hope.
Everything a rejuvenating wave creating space beyond itself?
Every fractal a varying upon a simplicity? A simplicity taking centuries to unearth?

Who do I Move? The I of tranquility do I move?
Every move a suspension of harmony and disharmony? An extension of myself echoing in a vastness beyond my encased storage space.
Everything a heart rending recognition of every cell of life regenerating every other cell of life.

Who do I Move? The I of my imprint do I move?
Every move a seal of my full and complete spectrum of life?
Every collapse of my fear blossoming an anticipation beyond any human trust?

Who do I Move? The I of my stillness do I move?
Every curve continues for me to follow? Standing alone reflecting my replicas, my unities of life upon life, my crumpled wishes speaking in my ears.

Who do I Move? The I of love do I move?
This love of every move, is this the life I join as the fastest roaring river?
This love of every life, is this the vastness I refuse to understand?
Tim Hurst 09/27/17