To see our own light

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others.  An interpreted world is not a home.  Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

~ Hildegard of Bingen

a glimpse

small world afloat
alone and afloat

When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash — at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the “newness,” the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.

~ Thomas Merton