I don’t understand why people care whether God created evolution or evolution created God.  God is God.  Just become like a little child and I think you will understand this.  The main thing is to be grateful for Life itself.

Note:  I sent this little note to the friend who helps me with this website and said I wanted it to go up at the solstice, along with a few final thoughts before breaking radio contact, so to speak, like a space ship reentering the earth’s atmosphere, these last few months before “2011.”

Those thoughts I’ve found hard to complete, but this morning arrived like a gift from the old days, my Ohio childhood, where some summer mornings just wrapped themselves around you, around all children, I think, and felt like enough.  What that feeling really is, I believe, is simply a sense of connectedness with one another and the earth and the past.  And then the words we speak to each other, the clear simple language of everyday life, reaffirm those connections.  If English is your native language and Wordsworth’s poem doesn’t reawaken that childhood sense for you, I would suggest the Mother Goose nursery rhymes.  I’m completely serious about that.

I woke up a few mornings ago with a clear understanding that our deepest connection with our human ancestors is the human voice, the sounds that we make.  If I were dropped back anywhere in time beyond a few hundred years ago, I could not understand any words that were being spoken, or very few.  But Ta is Ta.  I have been thinking about the ideas of this Kototama Principle and practicing the sounds (humbly, I am anything but a monk in my daily life) for nearly 30 years, and I believe this way – “calling on the name of the lord” – is the way to search.  I can’t explain it any better than that.  If I could give anything to another person, it would be what comes from this experience of practicing sounds over time.  And the way I would describe what that is is simply this:  More life.