Friday, March 5, 2010

Dancing in the living water of Love

"Christian mystical theology...speaks of the self-emptying love with which the Father spills into (or gives himself fully into) the Son, the Son into the Spirit, the Spirit into the Father. This complete intercirculation in love is called perichoresis. It's sort of like the buckets on a watermill; as they empty one into the other, the mill turns and the energy of love becomes manifest and accessible.

The same analogy I believe holds true for our life in God. What we experience in Centering Prayer as kenosis, or personal self-emptying, is always part and parcel of a greater perichoresis, one self-emptying spilling into another in the great watermill of love, through which God shows us his innermost nature and bestows this vital energy upon the world in a cascade of divine creativity.

...When we actually enter that larger mind, our spiritual mind, we discover that it is neither empty nor a void; it dances with the living water of love, tumbling as it has from time out of time , in that great perichoresis of Father -- Son -- Holy Spirit through which the "love that moves the stars and the sun" is generated and sustained. At the center of our own being is Being itself, and in this we are ultimately sustained and come to know ourselves as we truly are."
-- Cynthia Bourgeault, Centering Prayer and Inner Awakening

After reading these lines this morning, I came to the Thomas Gospel for today and found the theme was the same: in the end, all we have to give is Love, and the giving has a way of flowing through us like a never-ending spill of clear cold water.

My wish for you today is that you can come to feel that cool clear rush of love, and let it spill through you. And then (OMG, my brain is just an endless fount of lyrics) I could hear this song from the Lion King:

Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect harmony
With all its living things
Can you feel the love tonight?
You needn't look too far
Stealing through the night's uncertainties
Love is where they are.

Love is everywhere. Give it, give in to it, open to it -- I know it's there, waiting for us all.


Maureen said...

And my wish for you is the same. Hugs, Diane.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful. And yes, oh the peace that evening brings when the brain-filibuster stops.