God-Mad
I’m God-mad … God-mad in a vast, vast way. When I go out on the veranda at home and I look at the whole scene, I say, ‘Wonderful, God! Wonderful!’ Or I wake up in the morning and I walk outside and I see the nature all around me: ‘Wonderful, God. Great work! Good morning, God. Good morning!’ And I say that in the kitchen, in the bathroom, anywhere … because I’m God-mad, you see.
But what do I mean by this God? If you objectify God, you’re going to miss the point. If you make a thought of God, you’re going to miss the point, because the thought is an object. This God is everything put together – nothing in particular, although I say to the birds, ‘That’s God being a bird. Hello, God!’ The clouds are God: ‘A lovely, lovely bit of artistry, God.’
I’m talking to God all day. What do you talk to all day? You talk to yourself. You must be, if you’re thinking all day, because your thoughts are yourself. In God-madness there’s no thought. There’s just an embracement of the entire. The whole scene is purely a convex thing that reflects everything back to this body, here, within, and the acknowledgement, the recognition of the whole, all comes back as the power of love. It all comes back and it delights you because it resonates with the God inside of you.
Grace of God