Cold morning.
Now practice is in winter zendo.
We listen.
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Now practice is in winter zendo.
We listen.
And continue to listen.“Advent Poem” by St. John of the CrossIf you want, the Virgin will come walking down the roadpregnant with the Holy and say,“I need shelter for the night.Please take me inside your heart, my time is so close.”Then, under the roof of your soul,you will witness the sublime intimacy,the divine, the Christ, taking birth forever,as she grasps your hand for help,for each of us is the midwife of God, each of us.Yes, there, under the dome of your being,does creation come into existence eternally,through your womb, dear pilgrim,the sacred womb of your soul,as God grasps our arms for help:for each of us is His beloved servant never far.If you want, the virgin will come walking down the street,pregnant with Light, and sing!
Advent, by Jessica Powers
I live my Advent in the womb of Mary.
And on one night that a great star swings free
from its high mooring and walks down the sky
To be the dot above the Christus I.
I shall be born of her by blessed grace.
I wait in a Mary-darkness, faith’s walled place,
with Hope’s expectancy of nativity.
I knew for long she carried and fed me,
guarded and loved me, though I could not see.
But only now, with inward jubilee,
I come upon earth’s most amazing knowledge:
Someone is hiding in this dork it’s me.
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