For silence is not God, nor speaking;
fasting is not God, nor eating;
solitude is not God, nor company;
nor any other pair of opposites.
He is hidden between them,
and cannot be found by anything your soul does,
but only by the love of your heart.
He cannot be known by reason,
he cannot be thought, caught,
or sought by understanding.
But he can be loved and
chosen by the true, loving will of your heart.
—the cloud of unknowing
What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
Your life is your life, don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
to fashion universes out of emptiness
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