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”
A short poem. Continue reading This Glorious Infant
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. (Update: the words may have been written by Methodist minister Mark Guy Pearse and Quaker medical missionary Sarah Elizabeth Rowntree. See this blog here.)
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.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) was a noted poet, essayist, and journalist, perhaps best known for his collection of poems titled Leaves of Grass.
He wrote of divine experiences on several occasions in his poems: Continue reading “Walt Whitman’s “First Vision” Accounts”
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”