The New Testament’s “world” is any setting where The Two Great Commandments – love of God and neighbor – are not dominant.
The plural of person is an illusion.
Poetry is when language becomes self-aware.
Sit in water that is over your head,
As if a bird in your hair should be left asleep.
Gaze silently on the Word.
Ask nothing, offer no advice, and when your monkey mind
does monkey, care not; do care about your breath,
your hands, and watch the sun melt on the hill.
And even monkeys need a home eventually
so, listen, East, the Spirit deep imbedded
never ceases gathering the monkey clan
like mother spreads her skirts
to sing a lullaby which quiets
all who don’t wander off.
No need to wonder what heron-haunted lake
lay in the other valley,
or regret the songs in the forest
I chose not to traverse.
No need to ask where other roads might have led,
since they led elsewhere;
for nowhere but this here and now
is my true destination.
The river is gentle in the soft evening,
and all the steps of my life have brought me home.
– Ruth Bidgood (as quoted in “Lost In Wonder: Rediscovering the Spiritual Art of Attentiveness”, by Esther De Waal. Please let me know if this is not accurate.)
According to a traditional Jewish proverb, what God asks at the Judgement.
“A pilgrimage is a journey undertaken in the light of a story.”
from “The Life You Save May Be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage”, by Paul Elie. Farrar, Straus, Giroux, NY. 2013. page x.
Simple, yet I had never seen it.