“The world is our consciousness, and it surrounds us.”

Gary Snyder, The Practice of the Wild

God is a wanderer. Kyrie Eleison.

In the beginning, God is but never was. God without history, God without creation, God without nature. In absence – the abyss of nothing before nothing – God hopes, God yearns, God desires, God loves. The the appears from the to-be, being bearing being.

Before time, the logos appears – the divine thrust of energeia, generation generating generations. Within, above, between the logos is Sophia, incarnate wisdom, Sapphic dwelling, the queerness of God sweating and sighing in the folds of creation. There is no logos without Sophia, no Sophia without logos, natural law logicking into physical manifolds, holy love emanating into good – to-be-to-be-to-be. Nature throws herself into the groove of life, biomimesis dancing into universal philia, love loving love as creation creating creation.

Who is here? The here and here only.

In 1-0-1, Christ fractures into history, the eternal story-er, Mary, authoring the to-come. “She shows mercy to everyone, from generation to the next, who honors her as God. She has shown strength with her arm. She has scattered those with arrogant thoughts and proud inclinations. She has pulled the powerful down from their thrones and lifted up the lowly. She has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away empty-handed.” (Luke 1.50-53, CEB, mildly edited) Ave, María, grátia plena, Dóminus tecum.

The Trinity is an ever-shuffling one-to-two-to-three-to-one-to-two-to-three. The Creator stepping into the Begotten, the Begotten swaying into the Proceeding, the Proceeding jumping into Creation. The Godhead is a Godstep, a Godflow. A Godgroove-a-la-a-la-a-lalala. Sit laus Deo. God saunters, the heat of hearth and fragrance of heart holying into hallelujah. We dwell, you and I, in the I and you before all time, the home underneath and above, solar system and Hades. The fire of Tartarus caresses and does not burn, for heofon remains. Halo halo halo.

To-be with God is to-be in creation, to wander the divine painting. Birds chirp psalms and psalmists mimic chirps. Ch-cheep-kyrie ch-cheep-kyrie.

In the beginning, God was and aches to be. The ever-ever before time echoes into eternity – the forward-pressing of time pressing-forward. To-be the-be becomes to-be. Being becoming being as yearning yearns yearning, love loving love as longing longs longing. Across the across, the ever-gilded sea. Foam and froth, toes sinking into wet sand, each grain a world unto itself.

God is a trickster that appears nowhere but saunters everywhere. Kyrie Eleison.

“…all good things are wild and free.”

Henry David Thoreau, “On Walking“

Image: Caoutchouc, Francis Picabia (1909)