Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Essence of God

Man does not live by bread alone but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. God speaks the language of the heart. His words are in the rushing river, the falling rain, the snow capped mountains, the cry of a new born babe. His words are written upon the heart of man. The spirit call them forth. The words of God are in the creation itself.
Human language cannot express the essence of God. The clay does not know the plan of the potter. The rain does not know in which river it will run. Man is but a moment in time eternal. A figment in the imagination of himself. We are just an expression in the void. That timeless illusion we call reality. Self absorbtion is our sin. We the namers name. The language of fools we speak.
God rests in the silence of the void. The emptiness, the vast inner space of mind. To commune with God is beyond this mortal self. This babbling, ranting, glob of flesh. We find the source in silence. We find ourselves empty in solitude. We discover that the end is only the beginning of the end.
To live is to die. To die is to live. All one in the same. Now listen and hear God speak.