+Seraphim (seraphimsigrist) wrote,

ASH WEDNESDAY


"...all creatures are "balanced upon
the creative word of God as if upon a bridge of diamond,
above them is the abyss of the divine infinitude, below them
that of their own nothingness..."

'what a piece of work is man how noble in reason how infinite in faculty
...in action how like an angel and yet...what is this quintessence of dust?"

"we come with the dust...and are gone with the wind."

"And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen."

"These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on..."

"The best of this kind are but shadows..."

"flesh fade,and mortal trash...leave but ash
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond."

"all we mortals make our way then making of our lamentation a song
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia."

"I touched what was without substance and within what was not I AM."

"Gone. Gone.Gone Beyond. Gone Utterly Beyond. Oh what an awakening!
All Hail!"

"Man follows the Risen Savior through the tomb and the
hell in the center of his own being to emerge to the heaven
which is the heart of his own nothingness."



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anna_wing

March 6 2014, 05:55:50 UTC 6 months ago

FROM far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now—for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.