Known by Not-Knowing

Embrace the mystery that is God, for in the realm of spirituality, understanding falters before the magnitude of divine presence. It is not through intellectual prowess that we fathom the essence of God, but through the profound act of love. The mystics, wise in their simplicity, guide us to a place beyond comprehension, where the heart's gentle stirring reaches out to God.

Contemplation, veiled in a cloud of unknowing, becomes the sacred space where we dwell in the darkness, a space that separates us from the clear sight of God and yet brings us closest to divine connection. This darkness, this cloud, becomes our abode, and in the silence of that realm, we cry out to God in a continuous expression of love.

God, incomprehensible to the intellect, eludes the grasp of thought. It is in the experience of love that we find the key to knowing God. Love, the powerful force that transcends understanding, becomes the means by which we embrace and hold God close. In the pursuit of contemplative prayer, knowledge fades, and love emerges as the sole guide on the path to God.

As we navigate the unknown, reaching the end of what we know, we encounter the divine. In the realm of not-knowing, where thoughts surrender, we discover the truest knowledge of God. St. Dionysius wisely proclaimed that the most divine knowledge is found in not-knowing.

Let love be your compass, guiding you through the uncharted territories of the divine, where intellect falters, and only the language of the heart prevails.

May the mystery of God envelop you,
transcending the limits of understanding,
as you embark on a journey guided not by intellectual prowess
but by the profound act of love.

May you dwell in the darkness,
reaching out to God with the gentle stirring of your heart's deepest affections,
embracing the divine connection that surpasses comprehension.

Embrace the mystery, where God dwells,
In the realm of spirituality, understanding falters,
Before the magnitude of divine presence.

Not through intellectual prowess do we fathom,
The essence of God, but through love profound,
Mystics, wise in simplicity, guide to a realm beyond.

The heart's gentle stirring, a reaching out,
Contemplation veiled in the cloud of unknowing,
A sacred space in darkness, closest to divine connection.

In this abode of obscurity, a continuous cry of love,
God, incomprehensible to the intellect, eludes thought,
Experience of love, the key to knowing the divine.

Love, transcendent force, the means to embrace,
Hold God close, in the silence of contemplative prayer,
Where knowledge fades, and love emerges as the sole guide.

Navigate the unknown, reach the end of knowing,
Encounter the divine in the realm of not-knowing,
Where thoughts surrender, and true knowledge is found.

Let love be your compass, guiding through uncharted territories,
Where intellect falters, and the language of the heart prevails.