I Found Noah's Ark!

'Noah's Ark Discovered On Turkish Mountain' (ABC News: Link)

I found Noah's Ark in my garden yesterday, in the hollow of a dahlia bulb, containing in its pollinated vacuum, the unlit wick-like essences of every kind of creature in the cosmos, black threads bundled into the infinitesimal egg, Hiranyagharba, brilliant darkness condensed. But upon observation, the Ark dissolved into my own consciousness, where it had actually been stored since the previous creation.

Countless billions of infinitesimal golden Arks are dancing in each sunbeam. But we won't notice them if we are too busy reading the Bible as literal history. When we take scripture literally, we start looking for proof on cold distant mountain tops, when the proof is all around us, and inside us. We get lost in territorial disputes about who owns the Holy Land, when the holy land is right under our feet. Our consciousness gets high-jacked by the past, by the old stories of tribal religion, which only lead to rivalry and violence.

As a literal text, the Bible can be dangerous. As a symbolic text, the Bible is sublime wisdom, expressed in bold mythic archetypes that are the very forms of our collective conscience. The Bible's eternal symbols are far more true than momentary historical facts.

If you take the Bible literally, you will miss the Word that sings inside you. Don't look for Noah's Ark on Mount Ararat. Even if you find an old boat there, so what? All you will hold is a handful of icy fossils. Look for the Ark in the cavern of your heart.

(Picture by 19th C. Pennsylvania Quaker artist Edward Hicks)