Nowhere to Be Discovered and Nowhere to Be Misplaced

God is nowhere. God is in every single place. God is.
These aren’t contradictions. They’re co-ordinates on a map that doesn’t exist.

The place can I am going out of your Spirit?
The place can I flee out of your presence? – Psalm 139:7

The traditional psalmist requested what mystics, theologians and poets have whispered via centuries. However what if the reply shouldn’t be solely that God is in every single place, however that there is no such thing as a the place other than God in any respect?

Not even the area through which the query arises is freed from what we attempt to identify.
Not even the silence between ideas is untouched.
This isn’t omnipresence like wind in a chapel.
It isn’t that God fills area.
Area is inside God.

In each custom, this fact shimmers like warmth on the horizon.
The Qur’an says, “He’s with you wherever you’re.”
The Upanishads: Brahman is that which pervades and is all issues.
Meister Eckhart: “God is at house. We’re within the far nation.”
However even these affirmations tremble inside language too small.
God with us. God in us. God above us.
Every phrase nonetheless attracts a line, as if God sits beside, behind, past.
However what if even withness is an excessive amount of distance?
What if God isn’t a visitor within the room,
however the structure of being itself,
the impossibility of partitions,
the fireplace that makes type attainable?

To say God is in every single place remains to be to think about “in every single place” as a cup to be crammed.
However what if that very thought of cup is an phantasm?
God doesn’t fill a container.
God is the overflowing that renders all containers meaningless.

Not presence in a spot.
Presence as the actual fact of place.
Not a watch that sees all,
however the seeing, the sunshine, the very risk of imaginative and prescient.

And even that’s an excessive amount of.

That is the place language begins to crack.
To talk of God is to really feel the floorboards of thought buckle.
We are saying God is Being itself—and already we scale back.
We are saying God shouldn’t be Being—and already we vanish into fog.
The truest speech could also be silence.
Or a tongue that is aware of it’s burning.

The mystical path doesn’t give higher solutions.
It dissolves the necessity to ask.
We will’t say “God is in issues,”
nor even “God is the bottom of issues,”
as a result of each betray a break up: supply and stream, flame and ember.
But when the reality is extra intimate—extra terrifying—
then there aren’t any “issues” other than God.
No location roughly holy.
No time earlier than God arrives,
no exit as soon as God departs.

There is no such thing as a arriving at God.
There is no such thing as a being distant from God.
There may be not even a we that might transfer in direction of or away from.

So too should dissolve the cherished binaries:
transcendence and immanence,
close to and much,
divine and dirt.
God isn’t nearer than your breath.
God is your breath,
and the lungs,
and the air,
and the silence between every inhale.

God isn’t “this” or “that.”
God isn’t even “is.”
The classes fail.
They dissipate on contact.

To say God is nowhere to be discovered and nowhere to be misplaced shouldn’t be a riddle.
It’s a give up.

We don’t discover God.
We don’t expertise God.
For expertise presumes topic and object,
a seer and the seen.
But when God is all, there is no such thing as a topic left to hunt,
no object left to behold.
Solely the undivided blaze.

“We’re a part of this apartness,” I’ve written.
And God consists of even that.
This isn’t pantheism.
Not panentheism.
Not metaphysical idea.
Not non secular declare.
It’s the unravelling of each place
the place idea and declare as soon as stood.

God isn’t a factor.
Not a no-thing.
Not Being.
Not the absence of Being.

There isn’t even what’s.

Solely this:
the non-local, non-conceptual,
non-differentiated flame
that may’t be spoken of with out mendacity,
and might’t be denied with out mendacity, too.

And so we don’t finish.
We vanish.

Not with a decision, however a relinquishment.
Not with a discovery, however with the disappearance of the one who seeks.

God isn’t right here.
God isn’t there.
God Is.

And that’s all.

Ehyeh-Asher-Ehyeh

“I can be what I can be.”

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