“God is a word, a word unspoken.” – Meister Eckhart
How I tried to plan and to pound the ineffable,
to organize mystery.
Organization, that violent act of categorizing what is infinitely diverse.
I became exhausted in my attempt to preach the inexpressible.
In exasperation, I sat down
and listened.
I learned to hear that which is not spoken, vibrating in my veins, pulsating in the stars.
I discovered that I am the dwelling place of the ineffable, and so are you.
I learned that in speaking I have hurt so many and led so many astray.
So here are my last words:
Come and sit with me
I promise you, I will not utter another word,
and together, hearing only our breath, and sensing each other’s presence, the word will become flesh.