this is me.

I am a prophet seeking a gospel worthy of my calling, I am a believer in search of something to believe, I am a voice crying in the void.

Always I have been this way. Always leaning further out over the existential edge of mystery in hopes that I might be able to grasp something real.

As a young child I was scrupulous (in the religious scrupulosity sense of the word), watching my step to make sure I stayed on the straight and narrow. I only knew of one path to God, and I was determined to follow it.

Through my life the path has wandered and split, opened up to more options, and eventually dissolved into a “field out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing” (Rumi said that).

What has stayed the same is my determination to seek the Divine, by whatever name it may be known.

I have learned that the Divine is only known by unknowing.

I have to come to believe that the Divine is hidden not in the supernatural realm but in the ordinary energy and materiality of this existing Universe.

I am a follower of the Mystery which has no Name.