Thauma (Greek: θαῦμα) is a noun meaning wonder, marvel, or astonishment. Etymologically, it derives from a root meaning “a thing to look at” and is related to the verb theaomai (to gaze at or view).
In Biblical Greek, the term appears twice in the New Testament, referring to a concrete marvel that evokes emotional astonishment:
* 2 Corinthians 11:14: Describes the deceptive “marvels” or wonders performed by Satan masquerading as an angel of light.
* Revelation 17:6: Describes John’s great astonishment upon seeing the harlot, translated as “wonder” or “admiration.”
Seeing the marvels of this world as something of Satan and Revelations’ great harlot is what is wrong with our world today, our complete disconnection from the natural systems that sustain us. The Buddhists, while the escape the destructive dominion concept, seek to withdraw from the illusion they call Maya, to reject this world.
That is not my purpose.
Right now I’m reading the poems of Cold Mountain, parsing this Chinese Buddhist ascetics complicated relation to the world around him. He didn’t retreat into the monastery and the endless chanting of sutras. He went to the mountain and deep into the natural world. Halfway through reading my take is that he retreated from the things of this world, from the imperial court, from what we might call worldly attachments, but not from the natural world.
I embrace the natural world, find what the Tramscendentalists called awe and the ancient Greeks thauma in it’s manifold wonders. There are no great mountains in New Orleans but there are trees here older than the city by centuries. There are the fascinatingly beautiful water birds. There is the passion flower hiding in the profusion of blooming elderberries.Tnere is the loud singing of the bees in that mass of elderberry. I’m not trying to completely escape the things of this world but to find respite in nature from the troubling necessities of living. One should not just chop wood and carry water, but visit the wood rooted in the ground and the in situ water, all full of life.
I’m not working towards enlightenment but seeking a kind of personal transcendence in the presence of something so much larger than myself, all this riotous green and beautiful life. I’m not seeking the lotus. I don’t want the lotus unless I can wade in and touch it. I’m looking for that beautiful, gifted feather to carry back into the world to make it more bearable, to remind me to live an harmonious life here.
Note: The opening lines are from the AI generated result from my Brave browser search of thauma, and are sufficient to my purpose. Everything below the two bullet points are my own words.

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