Mystics Poetry

I wait and ache. I think I am healing. — Sylvia Plath, Three Women 

— Nell Dorr photography

Remember that some things need more room than others- respect such need. How then, I ask, how shall i come? Come humbly, the voice answers, and patiently. Learn to witness and to wait... The more still, the more open and clear you are- the more will come. Believe me: more will come than you could dream or dare. Now behold the finished pages of a book. We call it by name: Mother and Child. But are they here, I ask- the structure, the pulse, the heart-beat- are they here? O ye of little faith, the voice answers, have we not seen? It is time now to stand aside. Each one must witness for himself- each must be open, and willing. The pure creature is born only when two people love. — Nell Dorr (Text and Art)

True poetry forever lasts, Obdurate 'gainst the years. — says Ronsard in one of his Pindaric odes

By every man, the moment he is born, There stands a guardian Dæmon, who shall be His mystagogue through life. — beautiful fragment from Menander

A mystic token deeply     graved is beaming Within the glowing crimson    of the stone, Like to a heart, that, lost in    pleasant dreaming, Keepeth the image of the     fair unknown. A thousand sparks around     the gem are streaming, A softened radiance in the     heart is thrown; From that, the light's     indwelling essence darts. But ah, will this too have     the heart of hearts? — Novalis, A mystic token deeply     graved is beaming (Karfunkel)

The symbolic language of the great traditions of mankind may indeed seem arduous and baffling to some minds, but it is nevertheless perfectly intelligible in the light of the orthodox commentaries; symbolism–this point must be stressed–is a real and rigorous science, and nothing can be more naïve than to suppose that its apparent naïvety springs from an immature and “prelogical” mentality. This science, which can properly be described as “sacred,” quite plainly does not have to adjust itself to the modern experimental approach; the realm of revelation, of symbolism, of pure and direct intellection, stands in fact above both the physical and psychological realms, and consequently it lies beyond the scope of so-called scientific methods. — Frithjof Schuon, The Transcendent Unity of Religions.

I have gone to the waters of despair, but they are not deeper than my own heart. [Ich bin zu den Wassern der Verzweiflung gestiegen, aber sie sind auch nicht tiefer als mein Herz.] — Gertrud von Lefort, Prologos 7,7

Still, they're all alive, the mothers of the heroes, the islands, Flowering from year to year. ~Hölderlin