GOD IS BEAUTY
How to put into words something that comes from “no words?” It’s like describing the color “green” to someone who has never had sight. “It’s like. . . ” is the best one can do. Metaphor. A metaphor points to something it intends to describe. But since the metaphor is only a description, it will always fall short of its goal.
This is especially true when it comes to the elusive and hidden world of Silence. Silence is everywhere and yet we fill our lives with so much noise. Is this a cover-up? Would we feel safer if silence was “no where?” It takes true courage and authenticity to enter into the depths of Silence. Oh, we may be pretty good at allowing ourselves a time for “quiet.” But “quiet” is not Silence. Quiet is a condition. A condition we can (and should) create to remove our souls from the draining demands of noise.
Silence is its own Being. It is a place but its location is never guaranteed. It is separate from human life yet calls us into relationship. And, the True Self in each of us, yearns for a relationship with this transforming host.
So we go to the gates of Silence. We shut down and move away from all the makers of noise. We learn the practice of being still, of simply “be-ing.” Then, we must wait. We must be open and receptive. We must have no agenda, only the desire for mystery. We must be humble. We must be empty. We must be patient.
Most times the thoughts running through our heads (our “monkey mind”) will show up and demand our attention. We must learn to deal with our own interference. Through practice, we realize if we fight the monkey, it will win. We must learn to gently acknowledge its presence and then lovingly ask that it go away. We need to reassure the monkey mind (which is typically our constant companion) that we need to be alone for now. Now we must enter the fullness of emptiness. Only then will Silence decide to meet us. . . or not. We are not in control. Silence will decide if and when we are ready to enter into its domain.
Should the gate begin to open, we will sense its Presence, its power, its Light. That moment is both precious as well as threatening. Fear will try to grab hold and pull us back into the familiar ground of noise. Love and the deep desire of one’s soul will bid us stay, remain still, remain…
Silence will speak only when she is ready. She will speak the language of Divinity. This is Beauty. Here is the dwelling place of God.