The Word Dance

Clearly words, all words, are but an overly simplistic approximation of something much more vast, gushing, oozing than words could ever convey. Reality seems to surge and flood past our passionate attempts to fit it into any miniature semantic boxes.

While we take great delight dancing the word dance, Reality has a dance of its own. It has a way of doing exquisite and beautiful end runs around what we have so carefully articulated. Reality rules! leaving our words in the dust. Exploding in our faces, tossing us around, washing us clean. Our stick-figure contrivances are displaced again and again.

And yet these amazing words are fierce warriors. They keep emerging in an orgasmic firework display of light. They appear from nowhere and return to nowhere. Words dance in this dance, arm in arm, along with everything else. Satsangs dance here. Ball games. Torture chambers. Apple orchards. Dancing, dancing as the One in the One.

Words are here, they belong in this game, they forever play their part.

They enter the big stage, strut around and then exit unexpectedly, along with everything else.

Words attempt to capture reality and then are captured by reality, all in good fun. Reality plays with words and words play with Reality.

They appear as real, as meaning something and then they dive back into to flow only to emerge again on a distant planet.

They are full yet empty. The are empty yet full.

Words are like this thought of "I", so real and so not real.

It all dies into mystery and is born again into mystery.

Even the word "word" conveys another rainbow of infinity.

A dive into any word is a dive into a boundless ocean.

and again we are back just in time for tea.