WORLD --> WORD
(HELL IS FORGETTING THE 'L'.)

Where does the 'valley' end and the 'mountain' begin?
I don't see the line, the seam, the place where I step
from valley onto mountain. Maybe the distinction is just
in my head.

Does the 'ocean' include the smallest stream on the
mountaintop? Maybe it should. After all the water is
one continuous thing, is it not? And does the water, just
evaporating from the Pacific Ocean, count as 'ocean' or 'cloud'?

Hmmm ... not so clear.

We breathe each other's air and are changed by each other's
presence. Yet we think we are separate. You, a Republican;
I, a Democrat. You, an African-American; I, a Caucasian.
You believe this; I believe that.

It seems that we carve our Seamless World into Little Bitty
Words and then think all these things are separate. We replace
our World with Words, each one an opportunity for strife;
each one an invitation to 'better' and 'worse', to 'good'
and 'bad', to 'us' and 'them'.

I hunger for the Wordless Place, where separations cease.
In that place, I experience only Love ... the glue, the
gravity, that holds all that we name together.

Meditation is where I find it. I've also found it when I've come to
the end of my self ... when I have no answers ... when I've
run out of options ... when my mind gets quiet and I surrender.

Maybe you know of other ways ...