Monk In The World

To be a monk is to have time to practice for your transformation and healing. And after that to help with the transformation and healing of other people.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Sunday, July 22, 2012


Gerald May, speaking of John of the Cross...speaking of awakening...to love...
To the ground of being...




In the last verse of his final poem, John writes of this awakening: 

How gently and lovingly you wake in my heart, where in secret you dwell alone; and in your sweet breathing, filled with good and glory, how tenderly you swell my heart with love.3 

This love, divine in its nature and glimpsed only through the gift of divine light, is the greatest of all mysteries. It is the source, means, and end of all life, yet no one can explain or define it. 

The Buddhist understanding of compassion and the Christian notion of agape (divine love) perhaps come as close as human conception can. But love’s true nature remains forever beyond the grasp of all our faculties. It is far greater than any feeling or emotion and completely surpasses any act of human kindness. 
It is the one sheer gift of contemplation, completely unattainable by autonomous human effort. The realization of this love always remains mysterious. 

We may fall into it, wake up within it, discover that it pervades us, but no matter how we might try, we can never reduce it to an object for study or definition. 

It is indeed the breath of the Divine, and John says he does not even wish to speak of it lest he “make it appear less than it is.”4

May, Gerald G. (2009-03-25). The Dark Night of the Soul (pp. 182-183). Harper Collins, Inc.. Kindle Edition. 

"Speaking it" is limiting it.

This reminds me of my "being in the corner" with MU.

Nothing to reach for...
Nothing to say...

Alan

1 comment:

Mystic Meandering said...

So true... As I too discovered and mentioned in my last post. No Words can truly define or describe The Mystery, the inexpressible... It is so personal and intimate that no words can "explain" it without putting it in some kind of box. And yet, with that understood, there *is* something that wants to be expressed... And for centuries the poets, mystics and sages have all been expressing It... He/She who has ears to hear... :)