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Dancing with the Divine
A thought is a deep sense of wonder
sustained in the suspense of silence
in which the divine reveals
to us and through us.
In silence thought contemplates on being,
being returns the favor in silence.
Silence self-annihilates
in the unity of oppositions.
It echoes in the core of our being.
It plays upon the chord of strings
in the tension of strands that play
uplifting melodies in elation
as we rise, body and soul,
soaring in higher octaves
in search of divine resonance.
In the merriment of a musical ecstasy
we escape the earthly humdrum
and dance our way out of
the terrestrial disenchantment
into the drowning roar of the celestial sphere
and cosmic consonance.
The luminous darkness of the infinite night
invites us to dance with a stranger
whose presence pervades our being.
As we begin to fade in His presence,
the envious whisper of an angel’s wing
calls us back:
Return
turn, turn, turn…
We spin with the echo of the call
in the galactic spiral
that draws us to a numinous intimacy
in a whirling embrace.
An infinitesimal fleeting glimpse
reveals:
‘We are dancing with the Divine.’
In the awe of an enchanting bliss
and joyous and lasting laughter
we fall to earth.
Silence.
The hum of an audible silence
‘humanifies’ the Divine within.
Within our being
thought is languages
in phonemic utterance
an imprint of the illusive glimpse
appears on the human psyche
whose shadow is projected as god.
A god thus reduced to an utterance,
a perception,
an expression of the ego
claiming to know the unknowable.
In that claimed knowledge
we write our narrative
with traces of races, with jargons of gender,
with colors of cultures
and the hues of our humanity—
We create religion
a convection that magnifies perceptions
through cultural relativism
and cannot accept any other.
The truth remains
relative,
distanced.
The infinity of silence is interrupted—
naming the god that need not be named.
The Oneness of Being is traced
along divergent paths away from God
validating only our illusive perceptions.
Divine Essence remains beyond our grasp.
A yearning whispers:
‘Is there God.’
A lingering suspense is tempted
to answer, as if it know how.
Only then we realize
If we ever knew the answer,
it was in the silence.
The moment attains
to a timeless awareness that,
‘Is there God’ is not
an inquiry demanding an answer,
but an expression of
a deep sense of wonder
to wonder
in silence:
Is there … … …
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