Hindu India developed a magnificent image to  describe God’s relationship  with  creation. God  “dances”  creation. He is the dancer; creation is his dance. The dance is different from the dancer; yet it has no existence apart from him. You cannot take it home in a box if it pleases you. The moment the dancer stops, the dance ceases to be.

In our quest for God, we think too much, reflect too much, talk too much. Even when we look at this dance that we call creation, we are the whole time thinking, talking (to ourselves and others), reflecting, analyzing, philosophizing. Words. Noise.

Be silent and contemplate the dance. Just look: a star, a flower, a fading leaf, a bird, a stone . . . any fragment of the dance will do. Look. Listen. Smell. Touch. Taste. And, hopefully, it won’t be long before you see him-the dancer himself!

The disciple was always complaining to his master, “You are hiding the final secret of Zen from me. ” And he would not accept the master s denials.



“Yes , ” said the disciple.

“Well, now you J:now that I have hidden nothing from you. “

“Yes . “

If you really heard a bird sing, if you really saw a tree you would know. Beyond words and concepts.

What was that you said? You have heard dozens of birds sing and seen hundreds of trees? Ah, was it the tree you saw or the label? If you look at a tree and see a tree, you have really not seen the tree. When you look at the tree and see a miracle-then, at last, you have seen! Did your heart never fill with wordless wonder when you heard a bird in song?