Words With Wings

“God is at home; it is we who have gone for a walk”

                                                            -Eckhart Tolle

I love romance. It’s a noun that has the fragrance of God . Man has been embodied with perfect precision and has been endowed with a machine called the body that cannot be ever duplicated as much as  scientists try. It is a miracle which cannot be dissected for the fragrance will disappear and you will be left with just bones. Man has been handed over the mind, an objectless phenomenon which speaks all the time. Sometimes it chatters without much thought and at times it becomes focused on a subject which it has caught fancy of. Every time it uses words… easily, effortlessly and efficiently. Man has been given this gift- words with wings.

 When the world was created out of the vibrations of a handful of heartbeats god decided to be its epicenter. Just like the eye of the cyclone he stayed unruffled. He wanted to have fun and enjoy and he invited man to become his beloved. He wanted to play and dance with him. God knew that to enthrall and entice he needed to be in everything - living and non living. He would give some of his creations a pulse while others would just stand still.

He decided to become still as the mountains and allow man to traverse him enjoying the massage as mans footsteps would step on it. God became a butterfly to entice man to wonder about its flutter, the rivers were flowing and god enjoyed being splashed around. God made flowers and allowed the beloved to soak in its fragrance and wind to whisper sweet nothings and the dewed blades of grass to kiss gently. In every grain, in every cloud, in every breath god wanted to feel with his beloved. Man was given the magic of words. God made him speak and sing. God said, “Beloved, sing and spread the joy of life. Dance like a dervish and exalt at all times. As you dance and swirl I too will do the same. As you will sing and celebrate I too will join you.

God made Man his sakha ( friend). God and Man hand in hand became soul mates. Wonderful words began to spring up from this love. These beautiful, gentle and loving words had wings. They would fly and flint and pour their love, melt their magic into everyone ‘s ears and the whispering would be taken by the breeze and given to the birds. The birds began their twittering at all times never resting as they spread the loving sounds to all.

Man was ego less. He was only in love with God. The singer was in the song and the painter in the painted. All his time would go in praising God. Every word was carefully chosen. All words began to flow and this fluid nature lead them to transform love to loving, care to caring and experience to experiencing. The world was getting to move. As this movement continued the smile spread to all. As god was mans beloved the words were given wings. Every moment that man spoke loving words flew all around. It was such a delightful sight.  Mans fancy and fondness grew for god. For many centuries this was created but one fine day mans curiosity in his creator stopped.

The relationship was revisited. Man felt he had no use of his beloved. He stopped having faith in the power of One. He wanted to step out of the Oneness and explore duality. He became separate from God. He moved out of his divine light and began to walk towards the extremes that he had not known of. He decided that he was the doer and not the devotee. He began to create a world where faith and prayer had no place. They were just too boring. He knew enough and now he could discard God. He felt Godly himself. What use did he have of another God. He didn’t like competition.  He was filled with self –love and self praise was his meat. He had developed ego, firm and solid. He stopped being a devotee. He became filled with pride and decided that there was no need to appease God. Who was he? He was not his beloved. He was not there to enjoy with. There were so many colorful things that he had created with whom he could enjoy now. So, Man changed tracks. He started walking away from God. He took a bottle in his right hand and a cigar in his left. He had a fancy bag slashed over his shoulder and a brown bowlers hat. On his arm hung a lassie and his face was scarred by greed. He stopped using wonderful pleasant words. His mouth was upturned and vile. God moved away. He hid where no one could find him. He hid in the man’s heart. Man forgot about his birth. He had abandoned his heartbeat. He had severed ties with his universal self.

 Words were revisited. All that man spoke was given a new meaning. He was more selfish and demanding. Beloved changed to be loved, care turned to race and heart to earth. The song was fading and the strings had lost its twang.  The word eat in create was emerging stronger and magic had become gimmick.  The love in evolve was separating, vanishing and soul had added a y to become lousy. Spirit had another meaning and priest contained strip. Words were having their wings clipped. Are we going to allow this to continue? Is the gift of words bestowed by god wasting away? All of us need to wake up, awaken into the light of wisdom. We must speak from the heart… which is has an art. We must recognize that Jesus has us at the end in his heart and Mahavira has Rahim hidden as you rip it apart. We need to cow rage and emerge and merge with the germ of infinite and again become Gods beloved.

 Words have the power to make us disappear into its beauty and become God.

It’s time we began to use words with angel wings. Allow them to fall in every ear speaking the divine word of love. Let us become celestial in our choice of words. Let our words glow in the darkness to show light to those in shackles, let our words flicker its brightness to spread joy and sparkle a smile on every tired face. Turn now to your friend, partner or child sitting near you and send words with angel wings. See their faces light up. This is your reward and you are in this moment the beloved of god!