Showing posts with label Mechtild of Magdeburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mechtild of Magdeburg. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

say I am

  






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Of all that God has shown me
I can speak just the smallest word,

Not more than a honey bee
Takes on his foot
From an overspilling jar.


—Mechtild of Magdeburg
Jane Hirshfield version
Women in Praise of the Sacred



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Thursday, September 12, 2024

love, and do as you like! —St. Augustine

 






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People who exude love are apt to give things away. They are in every way like rivers; they stream. And so when they collect possessions and things they like, they are apt to give them to other people. 

Because, have you ever noticed that when you start giving things away, you keep getting more?


—Alan Watts


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Effortlessly,
Love flows from God to man,
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.

Thus we move in His world
One in body and soul,
Though outwardly separate in form.

As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings -
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all the strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.


—Mechtild of Magdeburg
(1210-1282)



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