But it's not that simple, that sort of "quiet hour." It has to be learned. ... So let this be the aim of the meditation: to turn one's innermost being into a vast empty plain. ... So that something of "God" can enter you, and something of "Love," too. Not the kind of love-de-lux that you revel in deliciously for half an hour, taking pride in how sublime you can feel, but the love you can apply to small, everyday things.
*Etty Hillesum. An Interrupted Life and Letters from Westerbork.
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Love, like a leaf on wind, aimlessly it seems to you and me; but a tide trembles unseen below the surface of every human face.
There is a Sea upon which the Mysteries of Love sail. Let Her carry you away, guided by Her own destiny. Do not hesitate, asking, "Where?"
My Friend, no one is wiser than the one who says to Her, though knowing not Her subtle ways, "Yes."
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Ambrosia pours out in the vat of love, the sacred word is cast in the true mint — this is the action of those blessed by the gaze of love. Nanak: those on whom the gaze falls are blissful and free.
*Guru Nanak. Poems from the Sikh Sacred Tradition.
Note: Guru Nanak, 1469-1539, Pakistan, founder of Sikhism.
