What we're calling god is a multitude of forces at work
i got the answer from the forest, humbly asserting that nature is the original artist
Each tree in this woods is god
As are the fungi, the moss, lichens, the breeze, the bird and his song
And also all of it together, this micro climate of meditative wisdom is god
And not simply my observations but the ability to witness them is also the quiet creatitude deemed god
But sometimes, if for no other reason than to open up a space free of religious connotations, i'd like a new word for that
A word that doesn't fit neatly into any recognizable language, something more like a soundless sound, a feeling beyond feelings, an expansiveness absorbing all that surrounds it (everything) with fearless abandon, unconditional love
Love free of the trappings of Hallmark love, beauty mag love, or even rigid christian love, a natural, whole-hearted reciprocity, universal in it's scope, innocent and spontaneous in it's plan
The sort of thing that wakes me up in the morning, gently with a motherly embrace that tickles my inner senses with an infinite gratitude to be alive, right here, exactly wherever it is that i am
In this way god is everywhere and we can wake up anytime
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