So now I'm going for some contact time with God

[sandandfoam]

Today is my kind of day. Stormy. Flitting clouds hiding tall moutains and high seas battering the Atlantic coast.

A powerful rawness that never touches the cultivated banality of town or city. An unavoidable awareness that one has everything in common with the grains of sand being driven along the beach and the drops in that vast ocean which heaves and foams against the shore. All of a sudden I will be walking and then I will just drop away. An hour or two later I will return, it will happen when my legs take me back to the car-park. *POOF* the illusion will recommence.

God is the name and the story I give to this wonder. It is my myth.

Proofs and equations, logical arguments and theoretical coherence are for the shadow world. In the real world of storm, mountain and sea, in the moment of aliveness, there is no need even for myth.

Because there is no one there. Viewed from this world of dream and shadow, that is God. I consider that my truth. Who I am exists only in the imagined past or the dreamt future. The rest, the reality, is God.
When I look into the vessel it is empty. Nothing there but God
Reflecting on a tempest I understand the freedom of Gibrans madman. I seek it.

What think you?

 

[rusra02]

Today is my kind of day. Stormy. Flitting clouds hiding tall moutains and high seas battering the Atlantic coast.

A powerful rawness that never touches the cultivated banality of town or city. An unavoidable awareness that one has everything in common with the grains of sand being driven along the beach and the drops in that vast ocean which heaves and foams against the shore. All of a sudden I will be walking and then I will just drop away. An hour or two later I will return, it will happen when my legs take me back to the car-park. *POOF* the illusion will recommence.

God is the name and the story I give to this wonder. It is my myth.

Proofs and equations, logical arguments and theoretical coherence are for the shadow world. In the real world of storm, mountain and sea, in the moment of aliveness, there is no need even for myth.

Because there is no one there. Viewed from this world of dream and shadow, that is God. I consider that my truth. Who I am exists only in the imagined past or the dreamt future. The rest, the reality, is God.
When I look into the vessel it is empty. Nothing there but God
Reflecting on a tempest I understand the freedom of Gibrans madman. I seek it.

What think you?

God's power may be seen in nature's wonders, but that is not God. God is a person who wants us to know him and love him. (1 John 4:8) Always a loving Father, Jehovah reveals himself to those seeking for him...that is what I believe. (Acts 17:27,28)

 

[Bob Dixon]

stephenw, my friend, that was beautiful.
God is reality! I read things like "beside Him there is no other" and I take them as literally as possible; there is nothing but God!
I don't know what to debate here.

God's power may be seen in nature's wonders, but that is not God. God is a person who wants us to know him and love him. (1 John 4:8) Always a loving Father, Jehovah reveals himself to those seeking for him...that is what I believe. (Acts 17:27,28)

That's nice, but throwing Bible verses at someone doesn't constitute arguing with them. If he doesn't already accept those verses (or interpret them in the same way as you do), it's futile.

 

[Sunstone]

Today is my kind of day. Stormy. Flitting clouds hiding tall moutains and high seas battering the Atlantic coast.

A powerful rawness that never touches the cultivated banality of town or city. An unavoidable awareness that one has everything in common with the grains of sand being driven along the beach and the drops in that vast ocean which heaves and foams against the shore. All of a sudden I will be walking and then I will just drop away. An hour or two later I will return, it will happen when my legs take me back to the car-park. *POOF* the illusion will recommence.

God is the name and the story I give to this wonder. It is my myth.

Proofs and equations, logical arguments and theoretical coherence are for the shadow world. In the real world of storm, mountain and sea, in the moment of aliveness, there is no need even for myth.

Because there is no one there. Viewed from this world of dream and shadow, that is God. I consider that my truth. Who I am exists only in the imagined past or the dreamt future. The rest, the reality, is God.
When I look into the vessel it is empty. Nothing there but God
Reflecting on a tempest I understand the freedom of Gibrans madman. I seek it.

What think you?

In my opinion, your experiences are more god than some folks holy scriptures.

 

[freethinker44]

What think you?

I reject your reality and substitute my own.

 

[lunamoth]

Today is my kind of day. Stormy. Flitting clouds hiding tall moutains and high seas battering the Atlantic coast.

A powerful rawness that never touches the cultivated banality of town or city. An unavoidable awareness that one has everything in common with the grains of sand being driven along the beach and the drops in that vast ocean which heaves and foams against the shore. All of a sudden I will be walking and then I will just drop away. An hour or two later I will return, it will happen when my legs take me back to the car-park. *POOF* the illusion will recommence.

God is the name and the story I give to this wonder. It is my myth.

Proofs and equations, logical arguments and theoretical coherence are for the shadow world. In the real world of storm, mountain and sea, in the moment of aliveness, there is no need even for myth.

Because there is no one there. Viewed from this world of dream and shadow, that is God. I consider that my truth. Who I am exists only in the imagined past or the dreamt future. The rest, the reality, is God.
When I look into the vessel it is empty. Nothing there but God
Reflecting on a tempest I understand the freedom of Gibrans madman. I seek it.

What think you?

Now that is soul.

 

[Willamena]

Nicely composed, Stephen.