imagine

Imagine if all the tumult of the body were to quiet down, 

along with our busy thoughts. 

Imagine if all things that are perishable grew still. 

And imagine if that moment were to go on and on, 

leaving behind all other sights and sounds 

but this one vision 

which ravishes and absorbs 

and fixes the beholder in joy, 

so that the rest of eternal life were like 

that moment of illumination which leaves us breathless. 

~ Saint Augustine

with thanks to http://www.easwaran.org/

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Imagine

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Imagine if all the tumult of the body were to quiet down, along with our busy thoughts. 

Imagine if all things that are perishable grew still. 

And imagine if that moment were to go on and on, 

leaving behind all other sights and sounds but this one vision 

which ravishes and absorbs and fixes the beholder in joy, 

so that the rest of eternal life were like that moment of illumination 

which leaves us breathless. 

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~  Saint Augustine

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Late have I loved thee

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Late have I loved thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new; 

late have I loved thee! For behold, thou wert within me and I outside; 

and I sought thee outside and in my unloveliness 

fell upon these lovely things that thou hast made. 

Thou wert with me and I was not with thee. 

I was kept from thee by those things, 

yet had they not been in thee, they would not have been at all. 

Thou didst call and cry to me and break open my deafness. . . .

I tasted thee, and now hunger and thirst for thee; 

thou didst touch me, 

and now I burn for thy peace. 

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~ Saint Augustine

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I came to love you too late

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I came to love you too late, Oh Beauty,

so ancient and so new. Yes,

I came to love you too late.  What did I know?

You were inside me, and I was 

out of my body and mind looking

for you.

I drove like an ugly madman against

the beautiful things and beings

you made.

You were inside me, but I was not inside you...

You called to me, you cried to me; you broke the bowl

of my deafness; you uncovered my beams and threw them

at me; you rejected my blindness; you blew a fragrant wind

on me, and

I sucked in my breath and wanted you; I tasted you

and now I want you as I want food and water; you

touched me, and I have been burning ever since to

have your peace.

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~ Saint Augustine

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