Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
Love has a language, words never speak. Even to say "Love," while an expression of Love, is a move away from Love. This is why reverential Silence is the most pure, subtle form of worship. Worship, ideally, moves not into Silence, but from Silence. And any adoration, thereby, religious or not, is worship. In Silence, all is unified, for Silence, prior to all, is prior to disunity and the Ground of differentiation. However, in creation, differentiation becomes separation. In Silence, we find ourselves One again, in One.
Silence, my Fullness, You once to me absence
(Some lovers, so Silence, are much more beautiful than they first appear)
While with words I long did play
Now, Silence, enough, a Presence
Few words What really to say?
(Anyway, I prefer to stay hidden, walking around quietly in the open among all - even my laughter has become Your praise, but they don't know)
My Love, this wordless prayer, "I wait, come play with me among the trees of Eden, once again
"I even Your Garden glad to be, come, My Love, come, dance with Joy inside me"
(Those who must talk will never understand this... they may visit Eden - Eden, we Her worshipers, have become)
Silence, are You God or an attribute of God? or both?
I once prayed, She said, "Arem, hush! Just feel this Love moving between us"
(They didn't teach this in theology school - Silence is the death of theology - sweet death! sweet death!)
Now, who would not like to have a Lover like This?