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  • v SLASALLE
    Ann, I am SO glad nobody was hurt with the trash truck debacle ... what a mess!! It's wonderful to see you again!!! emoticon

    Stephanie
    6 days ago
  • v SLASALLE
    Ann, checking in on you because I miss you lots!! Let us hear from you when you can!

    20 days ago
  • v VALERIEMAHA
    Ay yay yay! 's no let-up, huh! And yet we have it SO GOOD. Thanks for cheering me on.
    xox
    Maha

    61 days ago
  • v VALERIEMAHA
    I ust finished immersing myself in the conversation between Mirabai and Robert Ellsberg, learning he is the son of Daniel Ellsberg(!) and that he LIVED WITH Dorothy Day for 5 years during her latter years, from age 19-24! WHAT an amazing being and WHAT a life!

    Also from yesterday, I loved the conversation with Carol Lee Flinders.
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    97 days ago
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    emoticon ALL THINGS emoticon
    by Hadewijch of Antwerp

    All things
    are too small
    to hold me,
    I am so vast

    In the Infinite
    I reach
    for the Uncreated

    I have
    touched it,
    it undoes me
    wider than wide

    Everything else
    is too narrow

    You know this well,
    you who are also there

    English version by Jane Hirshfield
    Original Language Dutch

    Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

    This is the mystical recognition: the realization that in your Self of selves you are immense!

    All things
    are too small
    to hold me,
    I am so vast

    Just read those lines again.

    Everything that can be called a "thing," each item of perception and thought is just a glimmering sliver of the whole Being we inherently are. No body, no name, no job, no history can truly contain what we are. A glass of water can suggest the lake, give us a taste of it, but not contain it.

    The middle section of this poem is almost erotic in its naked yielding to "the Uncreated," in the recognition of how that "touch" completely "undoes" us. That too is the mystical recognition. As we finally realize that we are not contained by the body or the social roles we play, where then is the boundary of identity? Where do you say, Here I stop and beyond is not-me? That point no longer exists. We are "In the Infinite;" our source is "the Uncreated." Those old, limited identities are undone, they fall away, and the inner core of the Self, the Heart, is spread "wider than wide."

    But why bother with explanations? You already "know this well, / you who are also there."
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    98 days ago

    Comment edited on: 2/3/2021 12:42:12 PM
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