Monday, November 29, 2010

Point Vierge

When we lose control, when we lose our power, when our eyes can see nothing, writes John O'Donohue (Eternal Echoes p. 173), this is how suffering makes us aware of our own inability.

We hustle to make sense, as I have tried in this blog, of our understanding of failure.

Of who we are .

Like a lusting  man, I have returned to Thomas Merton this morning,  fingers dry as dust for insight. It is that most precious of times, the "point vierge" of the dawn;  when "creation in its innocence asks for permission to be ".

The point of nothingness in the middle of being.

The profound emptiness.

The "incomparable point of contact with mystery."

This is where suffering leads.


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