As I was reviewing my photographs yesterday, the one that is attached seemed so appropriate for the poet, Rabia. Yesterday I was also asked if I would speak with a woman who is ill. I, of course, agreed. The woman told me she was Pentecost and asked if I ever spoke in tongues. No, I responded. She did not seem to hold that against me, and we had a sweet conversation. This morning I am reminded that the soul knows many languages, many ways of expressing its sacredness and its love.
In My Soul
In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes
lost,
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body?
In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church
that dissolve, that
dissolve in God.
Rabia
Love Poems from God, Daniel Ladinsky
photograph: San Leandro, February, 2020
Please let me know if you are interested in joining me for Lenten Centering Prayer. We will have two weekly sessions via Zoom: Tuesdays at 2:30 p.m. and Wednesdays at 7:00 p.m. You are welcome to come when you can.
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