Burning Coals: Acceptance by John G. Evans © 5/2/2020 3:00:33 AM “To simplify, acceptance means allowing; allowing unwanted private experiences (thoughts, feelings and urges) to come and go without struggling with them.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acceptance Though, at times, argumentation and disagreement seep in; through the acceptance and allowing of this self- permitting consciousness by way of remaining … Continue reading Burning Coals: Acceptance
A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now! by John G. Evans © 5/1/2020 3:04:43 AM The dead recalling of bones fossilized by an angry time, 1972, and a war that was not mine. Silence has been the order of dead brain cells scandalized by the humanity factor, where silence never was for as … Continue reading A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now!
Trepidation: Woman By John G. Evans © 2020 In as much the way she makes me feel, By power mystique that seems unreal. Truth-bearing as really in my thoughts surreal, My fate bears witness, my soul she kills. De Sales has written, a spiritual death, To me bears truth with a wanting caress. As Darwish … Continue reading Trepidation: Woman
A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me Deeply within my heart – Penance speaks. Reverently. Piously. Holy. To hear reverence. To speak piously in prayer. To feel (or know), Holiness in depth. Vision. Locution. Union. This rest emptied in Love. This rest emptied for Love. This rest emptied in Union of Love. The Father’s Will. The Son’s … Continue reading A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me
John G. Evans 2/25/2020 2:41:36 AM Alone, with nothing to shield me but the darkness. A deep, spiritual silence. Vulnerable. Nothing to hide me but the depths of an interior prayer. I am in a solitary moment of depth within myself. Gutted so deeply I hear the voice of my heart. This imploration for a … Continue reading A Deep, Spiritual Silence Colored a Reddish Orange
John G Evans c 2019 A Measure of Peace to Live Within This Present Moment – Ancestral shadows lay at my heels ready to strike in an instant though for a moment have held their peace. Granted, the love remains within a charitable heart. I am here. You are here. Let us come to know … Continue reading This Present Moment –
Silence, O silence, where has your mystery of union left me? In this midst of an enigmatic cloud of unknowing I search myself, touching, reaching, pulling, always stirring away at my dreams, for who, but I? Am I not in this hypostatic union with the Lover of loves? Why, never has there been a love … Continue reading Silence: My Love