Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
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.