I also want you what to tell - from my experiences. For a long time. Since I try to write about religious experience, I understand why spirituality is so often expressed in works of art: Because simply believe, is to talk about but not always easy. Therefore, I am now a loan from Ernesto Cardenal. He has written a poem ("I turned off the light to see the snow ..."), which form do I fill with my own experience during a retreat week: Encountering God is easy.
I sat down to meditate and saw the light of the candle.
But then I saw that the flame of the candle only a gleam of light, and through this light you saw in me.
I tried to meditate and heard the noise of the construction site and the noise of the radiator.
But then I heard all these noises are sounds and these sounds you spoke to me.
I concentrated on my breath and felt the air through my body and flows out.
And I felt that this current is your life-breath, and breath that you blow your life into my soul.
I handed the bowl with the bread that you yourself, and touched the hand of man.
And I felt that the palpation of closeness, warmth and bread are again only touching, and in these touches you touched me.
I anointed the hands of a woman who has done the same to me before.
And I learned that in the tenderness of give and take, the community is formed, the middle you can become.
Martina
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