To repose also means to remain still or concealed.
Like the depths of consciousness. Or sacramental presence . Or Buddha mind. Or the mind of Christ.
We do not yet know the depths of mind. We skate the surface. We swim the surface. We see only the surface of planets, stars, galaxies, meaning, sentient feeling.
O eternal Truth, true Love, and beloved Eternity, you are my God, and for you I sigh day and night. As I first began to know you, you lifted me up and showed me that, while that which I might see exists indeed, I was not yet capable of seeing it. Your rays beamed intensely on me, beating back my feeble gaze, and I trembled with love and dread. I knew myself to be far away from you in a region of unlikeness, and I seemed to hear your voice from on high: “I am the food of the mature: grow, then, and you shall eat me. You will not change me into yourself like bodily food; but you will be changed into me”.This prospect that we are surface dwellers -- cheers. I'm pleased to consider my ignorance and the depths yet to be discovered.
Accordingly I looked for a way to gain the strength I needed to enjoy you, but I did not find it until I embraced the mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus, who is also God, supreme over all things and blessed for ever. He called out, proclaiming I am the Way and Truth and the Life, nor had I known him as the food which, though I was not yet strong enough to eat it, he had mingled with our flesh, for the Word became flesh so that your Wisdom, through whom you created all things, might become for us the milk adapted to our infancy.
Late have I loved you, Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved you!
Lo, you were within,
but I outside, seeking there for you,
and upon the shapely things you have made
I rushed headlong – I, misshapen.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
They held me back far from you,
those things which would have no being,
were they not in you.
You called, shouted, broke through my deafness;
you flared, blazed, banished my blindness;
you lavished your fragrance, I gasped; and now I pant for you;
I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst;
you touched me, and I burned for your peace.
(--from, The Confessions of Saint Augustine, bishop)
I visit that which reposes.
And, for a time, a brief time, I allow what is completely beyond me and everything I know to reside in repose before me.
Sacramentally, consciously, reverently.
Serving life in practice -- silent life of presence.
Deep breath. Exhale
Sigh -- for the seen and unseen.