Mysticism Nature Prayer Spiritual Words Writing

Beauty and Solitude

“Beauty is the illumination of your soul.”

“There is a wonderful welcome within. Meister Eckhart illuminates this point. He says that there is a place in the soul that neither space nor time nor flesh can touch. This is the eternal place within us. It would be a lovely gift to yourself to go there often — to be nourished, strengthened, and renewed. The deepest things that you need are not elsewhere. They are here and now in that circle of your own soul. Real friendship and holiness enable a person to frequently visit the hearth of his solitude; this benediction invites an approach to others in their blessedness.”

Spiritual Writing

Freedom, Nirvana, Truth

To introduce the three-point entrance to this itself---
Realize past mind as trackless, clear, and void,
Future mind as unproduced and new,
And present awareness as staying natural, uncontrived.
Thus knowing time in its very ordinary way.
When you nakedly regard yourself,
Your looking is transparent, nothing to be seen.
This is naked, immediate, clear intelligence,
It is clear voidness with nothing established.
Purity of clarity-voidness nonduality;
Not permanent, free of any intrinsic status,
Not annihilated, bright and distinct,
Not a unity, multidiscerning clarity,
Without plurality, indivisible, one in taste,
Not derivative, self-aware, it is this very reality.
Mysticism Prayer Spiritual

Mystical Practices

“… practices integral to the mystical life involve the relations among believers as they aid each other on the path to God. Christian theology teaches that the primary guide of the spiritual life is the Holy Spirit given to each believer at baptism, but the primacy of the spirit does not negate the role of secondary guides, skilled and wise persons more advanced in the mystical life who share their wisdom to help others… Among the Celtic monks spiritual advisors were known as “soul friends”, a reminder that at least some of this advice was based not just of the formal relationship of priest and layman, but upon a deep inner affection and true “spiritual friendship” between two persons who saw their love for each other as grounded in their love for God.”

Daily Living Prayer Spiritual Writing

Listen to God say “I love you”

God is not someone who is far away, nor is he an inexorable judge… No, he … loves us more than we could ask to be loved. God, the creator of the universe, the person who made all things out of nothing, loves us. He wants to care for us, share his divine life with us, and bring us into perfect union with him for all eternity.

This truth is basic to our whole spiritual growth. We know with our minds that God loves us, but we must also be convinced in our hearts so that we can respond to his great love.

Mysticism Spiritual

This Constant Yearning

We are
Like lutes
Once held by God.
Being away from His warm body
Fully explains
Spiritual Writing


“Is salvation obtained through action or through meditation?”

“Through neither. Salvation comes from seeing.”

“Seeing what?”

“That the gold necklace you wish to acquire is hanging round your neck. That the snake you are so frightened of is only a rope on the ground.”


O World Invisible

O world invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
Poetry Spiritual


“You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things that you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow? And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city? And what is fear of need but need itself? Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

There are those who give little of the much which they have — and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire make their gifts unwholesome. And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty. There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those that give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving. And is there aught you would with-hold? All you have shall one day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours now and not your inheritors’.

You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life — while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

And you receivers — and you are all receivers — assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings; For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the freehearted earth for mother, and God for father.”

Poetry Spiritual

God Just Came Near



In need of love

Can sit with my verse for

An hour

And then walk away without carrying

Golden tools,

And feeling that God

Just came


Saint Spiritual Story

The Sun Had Glided Down Like A Goldfish

The sun had glided down like a goldfish. Suddenly a lovely subdued melody floated through the forest above the solitary and forsaken little chapel of Our Lady of the Angels, just when a shepherd who was passing by with his sheep was going to play a tune on his horn in honor of Mary. The shepherd turned pale and looked up at the fallen-in roof, but there was nothing to be seen.

“Have they got an organ now?” he wondered. He pushed the little door open. All was dark and still within. “So it must come from outside,” he said. The sheep too were listening now. Overhead the music was becoming more and more heavenly, as a hundred golden voices seemed to mingle in counterpoint.