Showing posts with label Saint Theophan the Recluse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saint Theophan the Recluse. Show all posts

Thursday, February 27, 2025

in your body lies a priceless gem —Rumi

  





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Grace is always present. 
You imagine it is something somewhere high in the sky, far away, and has to descend. It is really inside you, in your Heart, and the moment you effect subsidence or merger of the mind into its Source, grace rushes forth, sprouting as from a spring within you.


—Ramana Maharshi


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Images, however sacred they may be, retain the attention outside, whereas at the time of prayer the attention must be within - in the heart. 

The concentration of attention in the heart - this is the starting point of prayer.


—Saint Theophan the Recluse



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Parting is one of the exactions
of a Mortal Life.
It is bleak - like Dying
but occurs more times.

To escape the former,
some invite the last.
The Giant in the Human Heart
was never met outside.


—Emily Dickinson
New poems of Emily Dickinson



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Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Religion is the reconnection - re-legio - between man and reality. —E. F. Schumacher



  

we are beautiful




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In order to keep the mind on one thing it is necessary to preserve attention and so lead it into the heart: for so long as the mind remains in the head, where thoughts jostle one another, it has not time to concentrate on one thing. But where attention descends into the heart, it attracts all the powers of the soul and body into one point there. 

This concentration of all human life in one place is immediately reflected in the heart by a special sensation that is the beginning of future warmth. This sensation, faint at the beginning, becomes gradually stronger, firmer, deeper. At first tepid, it grows into warm feeling and concentrates the attention upon itself. 

And so it comes about that, whereas in the initial stages the attention is kept in the heart by an effort of will, in due course this attention, by its own vigour, gives birth to warmth in the heart. This warmth then holds the attention without special effort. 

From this, the two go on supporting one another, and must remain inseparable; because dispersion of attention cools the warmth, and diminishing warmth weakens attention.


—Theophan the Recluse, 1815-1894




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For silence is not God, nor speaking; 
fasting is not God, nor eating; 
solitude is not God, nor company; 
nor any other pair of opposites.

He is hidden between them, 
and cannot be found by anything your soul does, but only by the love of your heart. 

He cannot be known by reason, 
he cannot be thought, caught, 
or sought by understanding. 

But he can be loved and 
chosen by the true, loving will of your heart.


—the cloud of unknowing




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