know we speak their name
more intensely; they, closer
to a human cry;
words too,
more proud to be themselves;
know themselves to be
closer to angels
and even Death hesitates,
hearing your name.
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romantic: sprinkled in its wide white waywith office and apartment lights;wispy night clouds add their movement,setting off this jewelled velvet;in the mid-ground, a fire-launchthrows a high and spotlit fountainto assert that manmade beauty’s not forgotten,and citizens may share this high-rise paradise..The French, who have a knack for the poetic phrase,might pin down in words this…
No wheres or whens
in meeting angelsunawarebut oh! and wow!and here and nowmay shine angelicanywhere.
To praise the ‘generosity of soul’
must be, to know that quality oneself;and more, to be familiar in its use;what splendour there of human character –to link together these two noble words:to recognise in others, one’s own soul;and then, to see one’s generosity,reflected in another’s qualities;and then, to link the two as action seen,joins mind, heart, soul, in generosityin one that…
To the Lord, my Beloved, I said,
but more often, I confess,it is to ask from You;less often, to thank You or to praise You…teach me, then, about meditation,which men say to be a wayto be near You,even beyond thanks or praise…the Lord, my Beloved, said,O you whom I love dearly as Myself,whose praise and thanks are dear to Mein ways that…
It’s even simpler than that:
in one thing, one activity:and if it’s that, in purity,they’ll come to aid you withwonders yet unknown:it’s said, they have no choice;they too love oneness above all.*[shakti = the powers of the self]
He smiled … it was as if I’d never seen
invented smiles; as if there’d never beena reason for a gift that was so good…He smiled… as if from every day and yearof his own life, with each its gratitudeto give assurance, that we’re living hereto fill our living with that godly good…Was this how angels smile? Was this as God –who has no need…