Many mystical paths in the world’s spiritual traditions claim to lead one to a conscious merging, union, and a direct identification with Deity, the Sacred, Reality, the Universe, the Transcendent, with a first-hand experience of being God. Continue reading “We are Already God, We’ve Just Forgotten”
How should I say what is infinitely ineffable? Continue reading “The Mystic’s Dilemma”
Deep within me a thousand sweet breaths of Silence
cover my lips and say—
“Be Still.” Continue reading ““A Thousand Sweet Breaths of Silence” by Rumi”
As I was studying the works of St. Teresa of Avila, I came across a poem that is attributed to her, but apparently is not found in her writings. It seems to be a modern pseudepigraph. Even so, I thought it was exceptionally beautiful. It is called Christ Has No Body. It reminds me of Symeon the New Theologian’s We Awaken in Christ’s Body. Continue reading ““Christ Has No Body But Yours,” a Poem”
by Symeon the New Theologian (949-1022), Byzantine Christian monk and poet
English version by Stephen Mitchell
We awaken in Christ’s body
as Christ awakens our bodies,
and my poor hand is Christ, He enters
my foot, and is infinitely me. Continue reading “We Awaken in Christ’s Body, by Symeon”
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a Bengali author, poet, essayist, playwright, novelist, composer, and painter. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913, the first non-European to do so.
He recounted the following experience that he had while in Calcutta, India: Continue reading “Rabindranath Tagore’s “First Vision” Account”
I am not my body.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my mind.
I am not my brain. Continue reading “I Am Not My…”