A CIRCLE
OF SWIFT SONGS
A POINT OF VIEW
THE MORE I LISTENED the more I understood, and the more I saw that I was one
thing, and God was another, altogether other. I could see in some ways, but God
could see in all ways. And as I learned some years ago and from six year-old
Anna: people they have a point of
view, but God has points to view, and that makes all the difference!
Oh, people, and I had points of view, ad
infinitum! But I saw them as though I was seeing only one; for I stood upon my
point, and I looked at ‘it.’ I looked
at it for ages. I looked at it for so
long, that the space around it grew smaller and smaller. (I didn’t see the
space disappearing.) The view, it went in and in. I went in and in, on it. And
more and more till in the end it got so pinned down, that all I saw, had I been
aware of it, was only a fraction of what I began with; and I got lost inside;
and was stuck!
I decided that I needed to draw a picture of
this to better understand what it was that I was actually learning. So I
fetched a page of cartridge paper, and a stub of a pencil; and I drew.
I drew a large square on my nice, pristine
piece of white paper, and then wrote, near the bottom of the page: ‘This is: “my first-thought-square.” It is
the beginning of my point of view. It is a lovely big shape. It is a broad
view.’ I looked at it awhile, and considered.
Then taking up my pencil again, I drew
another square, of the same shape, but inside the first one, and a bit smaller.
I kept going, drawing shape after shape inside the one before it; until I
couldn’t fit in any more inside my original shape.
Now . . . I had a picture . . . of my way of
viewing things.
And, as the saying goes, ‘it spoke more
than a thousand words!’ So I added to what I had written: ‘Now I can see my point of view, if I keep staring at it. I can see
what happens to it. It gets smaller and smaller: narrower and narrower. And so
un-broad, in fact, that I lose my way in it and get trapped: and I’m forever
lost looking inside it!’
I stood back from my drawing; and
considered it, again. Of course! It was yet another picture of life. Of the way
things are. And how and why it happened that people became shrunk!
It was like a child’s first thought of:
“GOD.” The child starts with all of him. One single thought of him. It is big.
It is very big. It is huge! But then eventually the child discovers for
herself, (or, as is more usually the case, somebody kindly discovers, for her,
to ‘help’ her) a point of view. The child’s freedom immediately shrinks: her
picture zooms in and in; until she finally gets stuck in it . . . and,
sometimes, for a very long time.
Yes. Once we all had one big simple opinion.
Now we had squillions of them! But,
fortunately, God is different to us. He is the other way around he has
squillions of points to view. An infinite number of points to view from; so,
having every viewing point that there could possibly be to view everything
from, he is everywhere, and sees everything!
From a squillion standing places God looks
out, not in.
He doesn’t judge things he doesn’t have a
point of view.
He has points he can view from. So, he, who
is light, can show us everything, and all the time, and with no condemnation,
because he isn’t anywhere standing on a point, but everywhere standing on them
all! And that makes all the difference!
Light! As the light sees things he reveals
them: he opens them out, and shows them. He shows them not in opinions nor in
judgments, but in truth, truth to view. (It is we who get him wrong, and make
him ‘back-to-front:’ forming him in our own shrunken image!)
A point of view has edges to it. It has
become a certain thing. So it has a certain, form, shape: edges. But viewing
points have no comprehension of edges; for they are places to look out from.
My view locks me in. God’s view lets me
out. There is no judging from ‘points-to-view-from,’ no condemning: for all
seen all known; and all known all understood; and all understood all forgiven;
and all forgiven all loved; and all the world, and everyone in it! We see from
the outside and look in. God sees from the inside and looks out.
I picked up my bit of pencil and my diagram
again, and beneath the first drawing of my life – of shapes going in and in – I
drew a new one, of the opposite, of all the shapes going out and out: and
therefore, going beyond the one before, till they went off the page!
God looks out and out: and, out!
In his vision expanding and wider and wider: he goes beyond! So his view
has no end. And in having no end it had no edges. And in having no edges:
perfect love: perfect liberty! …His edge-less vision is how I see now, too. I am inside of him! With him! Seeing from
his seeing place a squillion places to see from! It made all the
difference!
Light, where we are keeps growing, and
opening, and exploding! Shooting out and beyond! Through everything, and
everywhere! For where there’s no dark there is light!
*
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* ‘The
diffrense from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside
and most of a person is on the outside.’
-
Mister God, This is Anna; by
Fynn.
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