To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know anything so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing- the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one’s hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again. Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smoothes our hair, and brings us wild strawberries……..Marilynne Robinson
it’s beautiful here….this fine mystery bathed in light and sweetness……this spacious query where bitterness and fine, delicate nuance contain each other as light and dark……may the contemplative breath be unveiled in infinite wisdom…..
In his treatise On Thoughts, the 4th century monastic writer Evagrius of Pontus likens the experience of contemplation to dwelling in a kind of place. ‘When the mind has put off the old self and shall put on the one born of grace,’ says Evagrius, ‘then it will see its own state in the time of prayer resembling sapphire or the color of heaven; this state scripture calls the place of God that was seen by the elders on Mount Sinai.’ This description of contemplation is, like many accounts of spiritual experience in early Christian monastic literature, an approximation of something utterly mysterious and ultimately beyond expression…..Douglas E. Christie
All in One Glimpse
…as if, all along, you had thought the end point
might be a city with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
and turning the corner at what you thought was the end
of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:
like a person or a place you had sought forever,
like a bold field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on.