bring salvation.
Looking into my eyes
tell me the secrets
of your loving soul.
Invite me into your
secrets cave of passion.
(Human love becomes
the way of expression
of the divine secrets
between the soul and God)
(Graphic: Quotes and
writings by Rajeshwari)
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God asks for our
and self-emptying,our stripping ourselvesof any pretensethat we have orare anything goodapart from God.God will come throughfor us and give usgraces to cooperatewith Him in extraordinary ways.He will call us to bemagnanimous andgreat-heartedand plunge intothe work of redeemingthis world for God.
Contemplation,
in which the soulis drawn by Godis a type of anticipationof the eternal intimacy.And this prayer isnot only meant for religious.A life of prayer andmortificationprepares allto receive a moreintimate experienceof God’s love.
Jesus gave Mary
at the Cross,but she, who said: ‘fiat’in complete freedomat the Annunciationand at the Crossalso waits for ourown ‘yes’ and respectsour free will.She stands with armsoutstretched, waitingfor us to run to heras a mother.Our consecrationof ourselves to heris our falling into herembrace and saying,Yes, Mama.I am your child.Help me.
Self-image
perceive yourself.It is a numberof self-impressionsthat have builtup over time.These self-imagescan be very positive,giving a personconfidence intheir thoughtsand actions,or negative,making a persondoubtful of theircapabilities and ideas.
Will we have enough
How shall I faceall our problemsin our family?These questionsand thoughts arenot small, but if Ileave them undetected,they drive me crazy.And when fearis informing mythinking, I typicallydo not want to talkto God about it.But it is then,exactly then,that I needGod and hisWord, most.Thus, the best timeto adore is whenI do not feel like it.
In order to transcend
one needs tohave sixth sense.Everybody has itto some degree butnot every body isaware of this andmany of thosewho are aware donot wish to use it,perhaps throughfear of what theydo not understand.(Written from the comments of the great poetess of ListowelMarie Shine.)
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
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