Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God (in everything). Matthew 5:8
Who helps clear a path out of your head and into the heart of our world?
Most of us
come into this world
the heart following the brain,
till at last
the feet emerge.
Our lifelong journey
mirrors this top-down trajectory.
They say the head can be fooled
but the heart can’t turn
without the body. Mark Nepo
It starts in the head,
as we rake this world with reason,
desperate to be right, needing to be rewarded,
till those days when
wisdom and wounds
can muddle the mind with mystery.
masked as wonder or woe,
push the center deeper down.
Move from within.
Don’t move the way
fear wants you to. Rumi
Shedding the fear of being wrong (or punished),
unreasonable love takes the tiller
and, for a time, the heart holds sway.
The lures of love
and the magnetic draw of passion
pull us into one another (and out to every other).
Turned inside out,
we quiver with joyful exhilaration
and shiver at the severities of despair.
Rich in perspective, experienced in failure,
the person advanced in years
is capable of shedding prejudices
and the fever of vested interests. Abraham Heschel
Now exposed to losses
that shatter the soul,
sweet dreams sour in collision with reality.
Unbidden suffering emerges,
as love’s long shadow
casts our whole life in gloom.
Pains, violations, and desecrations in every corner,
enough to take the heart away,
tear at the ragged fringes of our lives.
Failure is life’s ballast. Huston Smith
Yet, here at last, we can make a friend of failure;
let it steady us while we step deeper
into the mire of holy humanity.
Walking, now with measured step,
in company with the low and slow,
we marinate in the wisdom of love-as-letting-go.
Finally, the feet can take us—
head and heart, body and soul—
where we’d always feared to wander.
Without mysticism politics soon become cruel and barbaric; without political love (justice) mysticism becomes sentimental and uncommitted interiority. Edward Schillebeeckx
Moored in muddiness; wrinkled by worry
and crinkled with laughter, we release absolutes
as we make our tear-stained truce with ambiguity.
Liberated from the tyrannies
of reason and fickle feelings,
barefoot, we walk this world.
Less sure, but surely more tender;
wonder, gratefulness and simple pleasures
come back to visit.
Justice, peace, compassion and sacred wisdom,
deeper than ideas, wider than feelings,
are now embedded in every daily dealing.
Let me seek, then, the gift of silence, and poverty, and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer:
where the sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all. Thomas Merton
May we embrace silence of mind,
solitude of heart, slowness of step;
that we might humbly walk with the frail and forgotten.