Source doesn’t move into form packed in neatly arranged boxes. God is in the detail, yes; but God is also in the so-called empty spaces within. Particle and wave; both the visible, tangible shape and the utterly intangible, indefinable, flux, will-o’-the-wisp and butterfly on the wing, never to be pinned down or held there…not even for a moment; only, perhaps, seemingly as a playful wink in the catch-me-if-you-can game. This is why Source can’t be found in dogma or rules; only in suggestions with the space to manoeuver. Source can be felt to be very near when these two qualities lie so close together that, paradoxically, they both push and pull against one another yet co-habitate so easily, comfortably, like old soul mates and companions, all at the same time and without conflict or contradiction.

This God-Source is both vessel and the supreme emptiness within; a void that is always poised to be filled to the brim though its infinite spaciousness persists way beyond the realised intention. It is that moment of preparedness to act yet before action has taken shape; one foot on the ground, the other…ready. Potential, pregnancy and poise; then, just as soon as action has been taken, Source flits to the next vessel of emptiness to start over (we notice this in ourselves and yet how we fear and resist it; this mercurial quality that reminds us we too are Source). Our own cells contain unimaginable quantities of these so-called empty vessels; the quantum mystery at the heart of our most measurable, quantifiable fibres of being. They hold our unwritten potential, though we hardly conceive of what this means we are capable of; having only ever seen the tip of its iceburg manifest above the waterline. Physically constrained…yet unlimited, mortal….eternal and so the list goes on. We are a perpetual state of paradox…embodied; the see-saw of the divine. Which means, wherever we most focus, we make more of that; be it hard edges or boundless expansion. Or, when we allow our most paradoxical qualities to harmoniously co-exist, we create many miracles.

These words were inspired by the theme of yesterday’s post, Curiosity killed the joy

Image: William Blake’s Albion; to me, that moment of poise and pregnancy before action.

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