Just as there’s joy beyond joy
There’s also love beyond love.
You’ll discover this when you die to everything except love –
That is, when you eat, sleep, and work only for love.
Suddenly, a door opens
And a long-lost parent from heaven walks through
And asks for you
Only you – and nobody else.
When your spiritual mother or father recognizes you
And says “Come” –
Love beyond love is where flowers come from –
Where birds travel to in winter –
It’s also the place where fresh water enters the world –
That is, love beyond love is a “spiritual rain”
Coming down sufficiently to drench us –
Inside and out.
Love beyond love is when God begins talking through you –
When you open your mouth and what comes out is what God’s been feeling –
Because you are no longer you
You are God come to life inside you –
Like Marguerite –
And that’s when you start looking, sounding, and smelling like
Usually, one doesn’t meet God personally,
And, even in that case, ordinarily just by accident.
We pass by, and only later realize
Something happened –
Maybe just a momentary impression –
Like noticing stars looking like astral “white flowers”
Or a simple shrub beside the path, when hit by the sun, turning into a “star.”
It’s the joy arising in our hearts
That tells us God has just passed by.
Unexpectedly, we feel like dancing –
Even though the world might think us crazy –
And we are – but only for God.
Our heart starts beating an internal drum:
– Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy –
Our feet leave the ground –
We’re in the air!
Who says there’s no such thing as ecstasy
In North America?