"The rose led us to our eyes." (Hafiz)
Silence is an organizing principle more potent that thought.
God is no more grasped by thought than the colors of a sunset, the fragrance of a rose, or the cry of a mother at the birth of her child. Beauty stuns the mind into silence, beauty heals, beauty awakens. Beauty is destiny, and God is the beauty in beautiful things. In beauty there is no need for belief.
Find small beauties in an ordinary day. Share them. Heal your world with a hundred stunned silences!
God is a Presence, not a thought. The grace of fully awakened Presence descends like morning dew out of the climate of a clear heart, freed from thinking.
Can God be contained in a belief, in words or images fabricated out of thinking? Is God the conclusion of an intellectual argument?
A thought cannot apprehend anything but another thought. Therefor, thoughts cannot find God. Thoughts can only find images of themselves, graven out of mind-stuff. Idols molded from thought are far more dangerous than idols of silver and gold.
What a sacrilege to declare that I can think of God! If I could think God, my mind would be the Creator of God. Then God would be no God, but a creature. Therefor, in the most orthodox religious sense, any attempt to apprehend God through thinking is blasphemy.
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