Why I am a Mystic

A mystic is in love with God.

 

That is in whichever sense of Deity may be appropriate to him or her.

It is not merely an instinct or an emotional response. It is an infinite love.

Love is not purely emotional, it is abstract and transcendent and lasting; emotions come and go and instinct flickers.

But God is at the bottom, inside of us, underneath our being in the world, and therefore incredibly deep, without comparison or compromise. 

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The Angel of Agony

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The Angel of Agony 

Kneeling alone in the garden shade, 

Bedewed with blood; drops fall to 

Thy bed of green earth, pleading with Him

For all tormented souls, the dying and the dead.

 

Until that Beatific Vision, 

Thou art blind; for even in Spirit 

Thy purgatory, which comes like fire, 

Is fire without its light, fight in desperation

The war to uphold His Wisdom. 

 

The Angel sweetly Caresses,

In her arms: carefully dipping thee

In the lake, without a sob, through the flood

Thy rapid passage take, sinking deep,

Deeper into the dim distance, whereupon

Yellow light flickers, 

Thee reawakened with forgiveness. 

 

Reaching for the Heavens

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Swimming through the air

I stroke the particles

Reaching for the heavens.

 

Erupting the celestial sphere

Gravity grows, weaker and weaker

I venture there, mother nature

Rising to meet her.

 

Colliding with the universe

Scattering those wild claims

Of the scientist’s research

Knowledge of worlds, mere names.

 

Choke then in the furnace

Of polluted earth’s surfaces

Images and appearances, signs

Symbols, meaning I cannot find.

 

Empirical data revolutions

Please not nature’s magnificent bosom

Creatures tallied in horrid schism

Decapitated prey of atheist wisdom.   

 

I travel upon the horizon

Without a mind of limitation

Going where only she can know

Intelligence grows.

 

Touching her void, faithful

Consciousness unbounded, in full

Being of grace, revelation

Now I have become real,

Eternally grateful.  

 

Laus Deo