What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
Meister Eckhart
All beings
are words of God,
His music, His
art.
Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps
in our
souls.
Every act reveals God and expands His Being.
I know that may be hard
to comprehend.
All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth
of Himself.
Enough talk for the night.
He is labouring in me;
I need to be silent
for a while,
worlds are forming
in my heart.
Meister Eckhart
The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God.
Meister Eckhart
All day long, a little burro labours, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labour.
Once in a while, a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more
than that,
he looks into the burro’s eyes and touches her ears
and for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,
because love does
that.
Love frees.
Meister Eckhart
"Golden Journey" by Linda Frimer
When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself,
no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not
love.
It was when I left all we once were that
the agony began, the fear and questions came,
and I wept, I wept. And tears
I had never known
before.
So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged – I begged to wed every object
and creature,
and when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms.
And He did not say,
“Where have you
been?”
For then I knew my soul – every soul
has always held
Him.
Meister Eckhart
"Plague Doctor" by Graham Corcoran
What a cruel act to be untruthful.
Earthquakes happen in the heart that hears sounds
that are amiss.
Havoc is created in the mind that can no longer trust someone
once loved, and schisms devour alliances
that help support
our life.
Words can enrich and be wonderful spices mixed into days
we imbibe with all our senses.
There are fields in the soul – lush organic meadows, though sounds
and words that fall there
can be, at times, a
poison.
A plague is spread by one
who cannot tell
the truth.
Meister Eckhart
The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God.
Meister Eckhart
Meister Eckhart 1260-1328
When I dwelt in the ground,
in the bottom, in the stream, and
in the source of the Godhead,
No one asked me where I was going or
what I was doing.
Back in the womb from which I came,
I had no God
and merely was myself.
And when I return
to God and to the core, the soil, the ground, the stream and the source of the Godhead,
No one asks me wher I am coming from
or where have I benn.
For no one misses me
in the place
where god ceases to become.
Now the moment I flowed out from the Creator
all creatures stood up and shouted:
“Behold, here is God!”
They were correct.
For you ask me: Who is God? What is God?
I reply: Isness,
Isness is God.
Where there is Isness, there God is.
Creation is the giving of isness from God.
And that is why
God becomes
where any creature expresses God.
Meister Eckhart