She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for a Gomar to want. It is not for a Gomar to feel. She satisfies you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.
These are memoirs of another kind.
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Lord, teach me how to pray...
May those who sow in tears reap with shouts of joy. Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, carrying their sheaves.
Psalm 126:5,6
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It is only we who fear those secret hidden places for they are already known. That is powerful stuff. Sometimes it seems that the doors into those places are all rusted and creaking and it would take someonve very brave and determined to break in. But they are already known.
"his power came from some great reservoir of spiritual life else it could not have been so universal and so potent, but the majesty and the beauty of the language with which he clothed it were all his own"... may it be so here...
"Teach me to seek You / And as I seek You / Show yourself to me. / For I cannot seek You unless You show me how / And I will not find You unless You show Yourself to me." St. Anselm, Proslogion
The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which someone found and hid; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. Matthew 13:44
'Most people don't look...The gaze that pierces - few have it - What does the gaze pierce?The question mark.' (Henri Cartier-Bresson)
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It is only we who fear those secret hidden places for they are already known. That is powerful stuff. Sometimes it seems that the doors into those places are all rusted and creaking and it would take someonve very brave and determined to break in. But they are already known.
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