When I look at the simple beauty of tree, bare from winter,

to where does my gratitude flow? 

To the tree or to the Unity that is God? 

Is thanking a tree worshiping of the tree?

It depends on weather or not I am awarding the tree responsibility for its creation. Has the tree alone forged the complex environment that it is part of and dependent upon for survival? Or does its skill deserve commending based on the way it has worked to sustain its expression of life. I feel that thanks should be given to the tree for the maintenance of the form that it holds. As for the awarding of any gratitude for the placement of that form in its interconnected, genetic, physical realm would be would be misplacing such gratitude. 

The same must apply when looking at my life. Commendation for the individual unit that I am would be well deserved for actions taken in flushing out and manifesting my particular expression of Unity. 

The poet’s poems for instance, yes the poet holds the pen but space or place that the poetry flows from and the poem it self, is nothing the poet can individually can take responsibility for. Only the poet’s action or active choice to follow or manifest the spark into a poem can be clamed. For the creative process it self, the individual can hold no clam.

Poems, paintings or whatever the form the creative expression takes, is, if one is listening, an expression of Unity. The creative individual alone did not create anything. The spark that spawns the creative act is the hand of Unity. Yet I am the one who chooses to utilize that creativity or ignore it.

Forms of this can be found taught at most monastic schools in many different traditions. Modesty is taught as a way of showing gratitude to Unity for creative strengths that are utilized.

So in that way, like the tree, only my choice to follow my spirit guided expressions of Unity is mine to clam, if that. As for the genetic makeup of my physical/biological place on this planet, the complex and astounding force that creativity is, the multi dimensional environments of my soul, all of this is souly on the breath on Unity. Alone no I can exist.

My thoughts and ideas, all gifts for me as part of the “Unity’s creation”. In an odd way they are gifts from me in union with the universe, to me in union with the universe. As part of “Unity’s” creation” all things are guided by a single conscious wave.  All creation is but an aspect of the compassionate creativity of “Unity”. 

Unity is a force that builds through addition and multiplication. It naturally supports and nurtures all aspects of its self. No need occurs without its answer presented simultaneously.  It is up to us to clear our vision, open our eyes. With open eyes  and detached enough from our knee-jerk drama, we can see life with out prejudice we would know that Unity is continually offering us precisely what we need in the moment we need it. 

It is up to the living to see.  Not to LONG to FREELY dance in Unity’s wave, 

but to LET GO and DANCE IN UNITY’S WAVE! 

Quartered and sold (divided and subtracted) Unity’s wave continually weakens. Any form of division or subtraction is poison to the current expression of Unity.  

What am I talking about when I say subtraction and division?  Fractals can only be made through addition and multiplication. Fractal numbers either run to zero or to infinity. I see the numbers that run to zero as units of existence, the myriad aspects of biological diversity, and the numbers running to infinity being all that is as of yet unborn. 

In this model any form of subtraction or division is a crippling force to the current expression of Unity. When we subtract our spirit guided contribution to the wave of unity. When we divide a spirit guided choice, in order to make it less overwhelming or easer for us. When we divide ourselves from the love, suffering or anger within ourselves, or others. When we divide land, water or the fruits of our planet from the hungry. When we push a manifested form of Unity to extinction. All of this has a crippling effect on the current manifestation of Unity.

If there is more subtraction and division than addition and multiplication than Unity begins to breakdown, moving closer and closer to death, which is actually a new beginning. The dieing wave heads for the nearest beach and the inevitable crash. This crash will start the process a new for an ever growing, uncountable number of times. 

If it is kept free Unity’s wave can travel the universe creating all the beauty and grace that it can imagine. For it is every moment, every moment

and all that is in every moment is the “itness” of Unity.