Some prayers are like spears. They carry the whole weight 
of the body behind them but they do not travel far.

 Some prayers are like arrows flying light
 and far and fast but they are never seen again.

 Some prayers are like snares scattered in the woods,
 ingenious and cunning — but who knows what they will catch?

 No. You cannot bring down the Holy One with prayer. He
 is not caught in your traps.  Listen — you are yourself the hunted.

 Your prayer is the sudden stillness on the path,
 the in-drawn breath, the pounding heart as you scent the wind.

 Have you learned this? Do you know?
 You do not seek so much as you are sought.

 You cannot pursue the Holy One — or if you do,
 it is only as the fish in the net pursues the fisherman.

…..Robert Hudson

this is our cry for love……in relationship as in our highest calling, we long for connection as sweet and fleeting as this scent of the wind….we cannot pursue, simply invite and hold gently…..the dove and the heart’s beating are gentle wisps of divine presence…..ethereal, yet real, and delightful…..

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

…..Margaret Atwood

under the eaves of love….

We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God.
 We could give it any other name: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Total Light, Matter, Spirit, Supreme Hope, Supreme Despair, Silence.
 Love. But we call it God, because only this name – for some mysterious reason – is capable of making our heart tremble with vigor.

 And let there be no doubt that this trembling is absolutely indispensable for us to be in contact with the basic emotions of the human being….Nikos Kazantzakis