The god Of My Understanding

Not a king, not a judge, not a father.

Not a mother either, although that comes somewhat closer.

Not the word, but not against words.

Not a list of commandments, but an expression of extraordinary tenderness.

Not a series of laws, but an offering of guidance.

Not the silence, but the silence just beyond the silence.

Not the breath, but breath adjacent.

Not a fact, but a knowing - fond, humorous, intimate, fluid.

Impervious to logic.

Drawn toward my stillness.

Contagious in its affection.

Spacious beyond imagining.

Unprovable, unmistakeable.

Always pleased to be discovered by me.

Wanting only for that which will set us all free.

Wanting only to be here.

That’s enough for now.

I’ve said too much already.

-Elizabeth Gilbert