I read Seven Lessons of Chaos by John Briggs and David Peat last summer. They used a koan about a ‘hole in the whole’ describing what we do when we analyze things and lose the mystery of the wholeness in life. We break life and its events down, analyze them, and forget to put all the pieces back and lose something vital in the connectedness to the world, leaving a “hole in the whole.” Humans attempt to explain the mystery of life and not embrace it and the richness of our existence. Mystery and spirituality work together. We cannot intellectually explain the fullness and mystery of life. Thomas Merton and Shunryu Suzuki spoke of this attempt as human arrogance.
A former student took this picture, again with pretty straightforward phone technology, and the beauty, the richness, and the wholeness it conveyed is powerful. It reminded me of the song we learned as children There is a Hole in My Bucket. The hole in the clouds or bucket could be there for a reason we do not understand. Despite the potential arrogance, I wrote a short poem that might explain the hole.
Sprinting, scrambling, scurrying
Hoping, praying
Feeling hard, cold raindrops
Burning through my clothes
Smelling rain and fear.
Suddenly, blue and gold in the blackness
A light shone
A candle gently flickering.
I whispered, “Thank God!”
I am startled by a voice
“Are you OK, Ivon?”
“I think so.”
“Is that you God?”
“Is the hole to find my way?”
“By the way, thanks for asking. Are you OK?”
A pause
I thought a heard a smile
A sigh for sure, before
“I am now.”
Silence returned
Not falling, just silent
Embracing, reassuring, supporting,
Opening my eyes,
I looked up
I was home
A light shone through the window,
A second haven
Warm, well-lit, welcoming
With voices asking, “Are you OK?”
Saying, “We were worried.”
I wonder if we ever wonder if God is OK?
We should ask every now, and
Listen quietly in the storm for an answer,
It is there.
Teacher as Transformer 