IN THE BEGINNING

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

I grew up in India where religious chants spilled into the streets, early into the morning with the muezzins holler, Allah oh Akbar...There is no God, but God, and Muhammed is his prophet, and from merry dhabas and corner shops selling cloth, the rhythm of bhajans. Hare Rama, Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare, Hare.
The rhythms do thud in your pulses, and repeated, lull and calm the mind.

How much more this majestic, absolute declaration. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. It calms and stabilizes my mind, even before I ponder its meaning.

THE WORD. Words. Communication. Thought. Aliveness. As God touches, and invades our lives, one thing that happens is that words flow. The mind comes fully alive. It begins to sing.