What is serious to men is often very
trivial in the sight of God. What in God
might appear to us as "play" is perhaps
what God takes the most seriously.
At any rate the Lord plays in the garden of
creation, and if we could let go of our own
obsession with what we think is the meaning
of it all, we might be able to hear God's call
and follow in the mysterious, cosmic dance.
We do not have to go very far to catch echoes
of that game, and of that dancing. When we
are alone on a starlit night; when by chance we
see the migrating birds in autumn descending
on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when
we see children in a moment when they are
really children; when we know love in our
own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet
Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet
pond with a solitary splash - at such times
the awakening, the turning inside out of
all values, the "newness," the emptiness
and the purity of vision that make
themselves evident, provide a
glimpse of the cosmic dance.