Sometimes we are formed by the persistent pressure of water, and sometimes we are cracked open in single moments by earthquakes.
There was a time in my life when I believed in God. God was luminous, precious, beautiful. God was the love that saves, the strength that protects, the light that directs. God was the singular, self-contained, separate Other.
I sought God with all that was in me. I yearned for God. I wanted to know God.
I looked for teachers to help me find my way.
I found many teachers, and finally one I trusted more than any other.
I closed my eyes, and opened my heart. I reached out, and gently held the luminous orb.
Then the door slammed shut. Literally.
Startled, I dropped the ball of Light, and it shattered.
In the sudden darkness, I thought light was gone forever.
But now I see that light inhabits everything.
The name of the ball of Light was God.
The luminous shards embedded everywhere have no name.