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...