There's just no getting away from God for me

[sandandfoam]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

 

[PolyHedral]

In my opinion, there's an equal beauty to finding out that all the world is the result of the concert of trillions of trillions of trillions of the same note, repeated in trillions of different ways.

 

[Noaidi]

Stephen, you almost sound pantheistic in your description.

 

[Twig pentagram]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

Which god are you refering to?

 

[Sweetvoice]

That is how most romantics submit themselves to viewing delusions in nature. Beautiful but delusional nonetheless.

 

[Chisti]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

This too shall pass.
~The Buddha

 

[Willamena]

That is how most romantics submit themselves to viewing delusions in nature. Beautiful but delusional nonetheless.

It's alternately how most poets embrace the myth.

 

[Gaura Priya]

God is beautiful.

"Know that all opulent, beautiful and glorious creations spring from but a spark of My splendour."

-- Bhagavad-Gita 10:41

 

[sandandfoam]

Stephen, you almost sound pantheistic in your description.

I have been thinking about your comment. Thanks for the input - it has made me think.
I think panentheism is what I feel. But I must get right into the feeling and think about it to be certain.

 

[sandandfoam]

Which god are you refering to?

Mine

 

[sandandfoam]

In my opinion, there's an equal beauty to finding out that all the world is the result of the concert of trillions of trillions of trillions of the same note, repeated in trillions of different ways.

I can't disagree because as I see it we're essentially talking about different perceptions of the same thing.

 

[Gharib]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

you know, you are most welcome to become a muslim if you want to.

 

[Noaidi]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

You don't need to embrace it. You are as much a part of Nature as the things you describe in your post. You are not standing on the outside looking in - you're inside enjoying the party!

 

[sandandfoam]

You don't need to embrace it. You are as much a part of Nature as the things you describe in your post. You are not standing on the outside looking in - you're inside enjoying the party!

Indeed that is true. But mostly I experience myself as a bounded, embodied being - I agree that I am part of the picture but my regular mode of thought has me in the mode of observer not 'be-er'. What I want to embrace is the experiencing of the ineffable reality that pulses through and around me. I feel that reconciling myself with a 'be-er' (beer huh!) status means losing myself - submission of a sort, dying before one dies as the fella says.

 

[Starsoul]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

Imagine how God would be delighted to have one of his men, recognize Him in His true glory . Reminds me of one of the narrations about Ibrahim Abu ben Adhem, the muslim king from khurasan, who gave up the life of luxury and became a zahid. ( humble worshipper of Allah).

And beautifully translated by James leigh Hunt into small piece of writing.


Abu Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold:

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."

The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!


-- James Leigh Hunt


Ibrahim Bin Adham - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

[yourhopeboundheart]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

this is really rad.
i love experiences like this. i never refer to it as 'god', but that's just because for me that spoils the moment. i often refer to this feeling as 'the drum' and whenever i hear it i know there's nothing i can do but stand, mouth agape, before the splendor.

 

[ellenjanuary]

I was outside tonight. A beautiful moon with clouds streaming in from the Atlantic flitting across it dominated my senses. The ocean boomed behind me and the pulse of spring filled the chill evening air.
There is a reality there that I cannot imprison in thought. God is a perfect myth for my bounded mind as it locks with that ineffable reality that pulses through and around it.
On evenings like this I can fully understand the desire of my Muslim friends to submit. I want to embrace that reality and reconcile myself with it. There's just no getting away from God.

:clap

The cynic in me would ask if you have been homeless. Fortunately the mystic in me can read between the lines.