Here, there is no spot
that doesn't look right at you.
You must change your life.

-- Rilke, "Archaic Torso of Apollo"

Remember: We capitalize LORD by virtue of a translation tradition, from Hebrew into English....  More on that in weeks to come!

The eye through which I see God is the eye through which God sees me.

-- Meister Eckhart

Only a god can save us now.

-- Martin Heidegger, 1976

In the Name of the Bee, and the Butterfly, and the Breeze:  Amen!

-- Emily Dickinson

It’s strange to be here.  The mystery never leaves you. 

-- John O’Donohue

Bioluminescence is not rare, scientists have learned. It is so common in the oceans that it ranks as one of the planet’s dominant traits.  New York Times,  8-23-17
 

I-90, for instance, goes all the way to Boston.  Not by moving, but by continuous extension to.  And that's how Christ goes to the generative mystery, the source, and we go there too.

There may be little or much beyond the grave                                                                                            But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

-- Robert Frost.

Our group meetings almost always give that most-to-be-desired feeling: the sensation of the holy. 

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought......

Keats

As soon as I turn to you
as soon as you turn to me
the whole thing is there
words or no words

The Zen koan or public case is always a kind of dialogue.  Someone says something to someone else.  Then a realization takes place. 

"God, in his work, doesn’t depend on the human to have a place in himself where God could work.  Rather, this is the poverty of the spirit: that the human stands there so free of God and all his works that God, to work in the soul, is himself the place in which he might work – and he does this very willingly."    Meister Eckhart,  1260-1328

Beyond the the life of things and beings of space,

beyond the life of spirit and of time,

there is the life of the totality, the whole. 

The miracle of the existence of the world
isn’t limited to the origin, the moment of creation.
It is a miracle, each instant, that it keeps on going
and doesn’t fall back into non-existence.
Like the origin of things, the continuation of things cannot derive from anything within the physical world.
 

Collodi’s 19th century tale, Pinocchio, is based on the idea that the knot in a piece of pine wood is an eye: Italian pin (pine) + occhio (eye).  The wooden boy who becomes real comes from this: the eye of the pine.  What if each piece of the world, and the world as a whole, is regarding us, and awaits our answering gaze for us both to become real?