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“… and we, with unveiled faces
seeing the glory of the Lord
as though reflected in a mirror
are being transformed into the same image.”
(2 Cor 3:18)
Bliss Now: The Guide of a Jovial & Passionate Hermit
This active contemplative seeks, first, theosis, union with God, That Which Is, through kenosis, a gradual emptying of self, surrender. He flees not from the world, but more deeply into it. True love, true passion, always involves more than one--other persons, animals, plants, Creation--wherein this engagement changes both, in vulnerability, and then, re-creation of newness in the One.
I know that others fail to understand this call, and, mock it, in fact, as the delusions of a mad man. Why? Because they fear the death and new life to which this witness points. Like ice-cold water landing on one unexpectedly, it brings one to attention, if only for a minute. Sometimes, he or she likes not what he or she sees in themselves.
In a world more consumed with instant gratification and technique than deep knowing and passion, he stands as a beacon of a life throbbing with possibility, living in the moment, ever so intimately. But I am not a symbol per se, and rejects this tendency of others to make him or anything so, to make one a commodity. I speak, silently, to the freedom of the real, not some prepackaged notion of that. My life is sacramental.
I speak to experiencing life in its fullness, with all the risk that entails. Nothing less can be done as one who celebrates the Beloved, who becomes flesh in us each moment we respond to God. This only happens when we truly love with our whole selves, sacrificially, letting all that we know go.
It is about being an EXCLAMATION POINT OF GOD!!!!!!! being authentically one's self, and offering that, which creates a wonderful dangerous opportunity.
I become prayer in all that I do opening in awareness of the Essential. Yet, it is more than that; it is a communication with the Ineffable that defies description, clarity in the fog of misperception...
I dance with the mystics of the Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Jews, and Muslims. Each empowers me to Realize the One.
"Be still and know that I Am God" (Ps. 46:11)...I strive to listen as the Beloved speaks to the soul, which is reconnection, re-energizing, Godding. I must allow the roots to be nurtured in order to grow in the luscious moist soil of Life.
God calls all of us to work for compassion, justice and peace in the Church and the world. If people are going hungry, are without
shelter, denied their full humanity due to who they are--based on their age, economic status, ethnicity, gender, physical ability, race, religious/spiritual beliefs or lack thereof, sexual orientation--then it needs must be made right and this contemplative must be part of so doing.
The Cross on which Jesus hangs is the place where all dichotomies come together and rest in him.
I know that it is best to speak only when necessary than add to the cacophony of contemporary life. I must do so without attempting to draw attention to myself.
"May we all grow in grace and peace, and not neglect the silence that is printed in the center of our being. It will not fail us."
Solitude means "being full of God," (Wild & Robust p. 47), not lonely. Even within a crowd or group of people, I feel my heart resonate with that most Sacred Heart. My cell is wherever I find himself at any given time, not simply my domicile. Like the desert Fathers and Mothers, Jewish mystics, Nature mystics and my Sufi forbears, I desire nothing save God alone.
Called into the depth of nondual Godly Love...
I meditate, sitting in the Silence and Stillness, which, in turn,
leads me to reach out in God's compassion to and for others.
Having been blessed with a wonderful partner, I love him with all my heart. We commit to nurturing the relationship, supporting each other through good and not-so-good times. We live monogamously.
Chaplaincy is both my practice and my sacrament. Hopefully, I radiate God in whatever form patients need and, likewise, patients and their families radiate to me.
Being is incredible food for the Journey of No Destination save dancing in the Triune God wherever I am.
Life calls me to realize that God is a verb and to birth the Divine in all that I do, in every moment. The saints of all traditions call me to deep ecstasy in the Heart of God...
A life of true surrender to All That Is, reminds me that I am not in control.
The voice of the sun, wind and rain impart their lessons as does the Spirit radiating from all animal, human, and plant life.
I, likewise, walk the labyrinth when I can
I, too, love ecstatic free-form dance in the presence of rousing spiritual music and drumming
I see what others might call extraordinary, in the ordinary...
hence, I am a poet and a writer
involves not only freedom from attaching self to material things, knowing that I am but their steward, but finding joy and approaching life with intense passion. I do so not only in prayer, but in everyday moments--playing with the dogs in the yard, washing the dishes, communicating with others.
Likewise, letting go--simply "not knowing" enters here. The only power
is the Beloved. The dervish dances to the Divine Melody, but knows
Here the pilgrim listens to the voice of Spirit speaking through his walk among those God puts in his life to offer guidance.
my calling from God is lived in solitary one-pointedness. May I be transformed and others with me!
It, likewise, calls me deeply within my own heart to experience if what the Spirit seems to be saying resonates, for I cannot just "believe," but must take a bite out of it, and really taste it, experience it. He must discern continually in his hidden walk with the Beloved, realizing God does not shroud God's self in veils, it is but our misperception that causes us to think so...
I struggle to live a life of equanimity, thus eschew violence by living mindfully, letting go of the need to strike out in thought, word, or deed.
Sense of Place
Knowing that wherever I stand is holy. Like in the story of Moses, I know that this is sacred ground, and that Love burns but does not consume, when approached in humility. I stand with not a little awe and fear at the awesomeness of God Who speaks as the wind through the trees, as the beating of my heart.
Like a willow, I am flexible, but deeply rooted in what matters most: the Relationship to which all others point.
My call finds me standing in the Silence at the edge of religious, spiritual, and societal boundaries, taking a long look at things and seeing them as they are, truly. Quite frankly, as one who allows his heart to be opened in awareness of the Essential, I am dangerous. I speak inconvenient truth when necessary, but find the silent witness of my life radiating it more so.
This sense of place also calls me to speak with the earth and its inhabitants in the name of compassion and justice.
Too much seriousness makes me a dull contemplative! The Artist paints in broad strokes expects friends to do likewise, with wild abandonment. When letting my self go, the Beloved penetrates my defenses, pulsing Reality, to a new, fuller self for this lover. What glorious transfiguration!
So, I must laugh at myself, at life, at the overly serious somberness of so many. I must use my talents, particularly writing prose and poetry, to awaken folks to their own true potentials and to realize my own. I must love others so very much, no matter where they trod, always learning to disagree without being disagreeable, but yet, striving to find common ground.
The Call Itself
This call to walk the Way is subtle and profound. It is not something to grasp, but, rather, to let go and allow the Beloved to lead. It is a call to witness to the fullness of life in the Divine and the powerful playful erotic Love that is Godding, God as verb, loving eternally. Rooted in Jesus, hence, all that is Divine and all that is Human.
Yossi Lopez-Hineynu, Copyright 2011 in perpetuity--All Rights Reserved
Every creature is a glistening, glittering mirror of divinity!
~St. Hildegard of Bingen,
Abbess, Mystic, Master Herbalist, Composer, Total Badass...
~St. Hildegard of Bingen,
Abbess, Mystic, Master Herbalist, Composer, Total Badass...
Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it. Believe nothing just because a belief is generally held. Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books. Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin. Believe nothing just because someone else believes it. Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true.