divine birdsong

People talk to me a lot about God. I enjoy it immensely. It's much like these writings. An attempt to use words for describing what can't be described in words. The word God is a primary pointer to the absolute openness beyond our minds and within our hearts.

There are many words for this openness. Openness is one of them. So is Spirit, Truth, Reality, the Unknown, the Great Mystery, the Source, the Eternal, the Present, the Eternal Present, the One. These are all names for God. Synonyms for God. Pointers.

Like the word God, they all point beyond the realm of words. The response they want from us is a special form of hearing that carries us into the sacred silence within ourselves that words can never touch. Words can point there, but never substitute for it.

That's the point of the words. The point of the words is to point. If we use them that way, we let go of them promptly when the pointing pans out. As soon as it reconnects us to the divine element within us, the words have done their job to completion. Period.

When people talk to me about God, I know they are seeking to reconnect with a deeper truth about life. I know they are feeling disconnected from that truth and the words they use for it are not as important to them as resuming the experience of it.

I never fixate on what words a person uses. To me every word we have is a beautiful pointer to the same sacredness within us, where words are not the prize. Language is birdsong. It's marvelous to hear it. Every twitter is divine, and points beyond itself.