Look closely at the lilies of the field, how they grow.
— Yeshua of Nazareth

If you understand the spirit of a single flower, you understand everything.
— Masonobu Fukuoka, Sowing Seeds in the Desert

The bard of the Mossy Face of Christ, said recently in The Sun From Which I See that “Christianity has forgotten it's a dream” —and that's true, profoundly true: It's a visionary, poetic, mystical, imaginal, metaphorical, apocalyptic, right hemispheric, earthy and ancient greenman watching of the shrouded Holy One, Lord of the Cedars, come to chant psalms and drink and break bread, to bleed and laugh and weep, to sing hymns and dance and shatter his body of clay for all the lost children of the world, carrying them on his shoulders up to his Father in the sky.

But Christianity is also a hardcore commitment to reality—and it's forgotten that, too.

They go together, the dream-dimensions of Christianity and the dimensions of clay, sunlight, water, and bodily pain—lose one, lose the other; let...