God is breath…

Maximus the Confessor

God is breath,
for the breath of the wind is shared by all,
goes everywhere, nothing shuts it in,
nothing holds it prisoner.

– Maximus the Confessor (7th Century)

Turn toward emptiness

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In the desert,
Turn toward emptiness,
Fleeing the self.
Stand alone,
Ask no one’s help,
And your being will quiet,
Free from the bondage of things.

Those who cling to the world,
Endeavor to free them;
Those who are free, praise.
Care for the sick,
But live alone,
Happy to drink from the waters of sorrow,
To kindle Love’s fire
With the twigs of a simple life.
Thus you will live in the desert

– Mechthild of Magdeburg

(Translation: Jane Hirshfield)