Poetry is one of the most useful expressions of a mystic's inner experiences. Through poetry the mystic poets give a glimpse of higher worlds, providing a poetic description of their elevating experiences.

----The aim of mystical poetry is to confess one’s faith. The human word, as the image and likeness of the divine word, with a mystical brushstroke must trace out a language of hidden perfumed essences summoning up man’s heavenly destiny unevasively.

Mystical poetry is also a universal, transcendental vision of a humanity journeying towards its celestial goal. Nature and the cosmos are added to this mystical march, offering themselves to human beings for the purpose of illuminating the noblest sense of their unitive experience of love.

The property defining mystical poetry is not to deal with God as a theme, as an "existential" description, as a stylistic recourse, or as a kind of experimental choice, but rather to raise loving union with the Absolute to art to such a degree that the constant of that poetry must evoke this mystical union in a most lofty manner.

The experience of the union of love with God is so intimate, so vital, and so definitive that the mystical poet, as opposed to the so-called religious poet, will never wonder about the existence or non-existence of God, not even as an aesthetic recourse, just as the existence or non-existence of the air one breathes is never questioned.
----

Fernando Rielo

On the left, you will find several links of mystical poetry that may inspire you.


ACCESS TO "THE LOVE CHANNEL"
(A Mystic's Vision, In Five Parts)

lakeI. Source Lake

In my Emerald Lake Within,
Deep on the bottom,
Is a doorway:
The hatch opens only upward,
And now I know,
Through thither doorway
Comes Love.

I forgot that the doorway can only be opened by an assent
From me (above) --
To accept what comes through from below
And not be afraid as before.



heaven doorII. Door to Heaven

With a yes, the current flows
And natural as the wind, the sea grass shifts,
The Door doth open
To Divine Source
Flowing,
Into
My
Body,
Up through my soul,
Deep into my very being.

And as I breathe
The door opens up into Me.
I exhale, door closes
I inhale, flaps upward.
Like fresh oxygen,
Life from another part of me,
True Me
Into
me.



III. Gateway to the Source of Love, Found

The Door has always been there (not a trap door)
(Unlike the gemstone that mirrors the Lake within,
A Ring worn as a talisman on my right hand)
The ACCESS TO LOVE -
A Gateway;
As a young babe,
As a young Nave,
As a struggling young man,
And now a traveler who looks often at the ring on his hand,
I ran, then, from the deep
But Now I see
Clearly,
A porthole found, in stillness
The pool round,
Deep below lies



IV. The God who doth dwell

The Quiet Power,
Eternal Best Friend,
The "Wow"-er,
Breathing into me
Hot Water.
Through an underwater vent,
Hot Force Fluid
Fortified with Life,
Where earth and ocean
Unite,
Not separate,
But (mysteriously) One.
I in You, (Thou)
You (Thou)/ come) into me.



V. Thou, intimate part of me…

Source Water,
All around me,
Below me,
Through me,
You, like an embrace
Lasting
For
Many Days.
Not like,
Is.

©Timothy St. John Malone. March 16, 2001. Ubud, Bali

 

THE CALL

Drawn to go
In, (not to go Out!)
To stay,
Silent Moments (sated),
Hi-
Ber-
Nate,
As it were.
Take
It
Slow –ly,
As one must,
When
Listening
To
God
Speak
Through
A clear-calling stellar Jay
Alight upon the snowy winter lawn.

©Timothy St. John Malone. (2002)

 

 

I FOUND GOD IN MANY PLACES ...
("The Kingdom of God is within you," Mark 5)

I found God in many places,
Not least of which,
Within.

I found the Truth
I sought;
Not least of which,
Within.

I found the Scripture I hearkened for
With such longing and desire,
(As Pilgrim, As professional, As Minister
Proud,)
Not least of which, arose
, To my surprise,
From the quiet within.

From the sound in a still tree
Amidst a grove of Eucalyptus
I found.
From the ever-running river,
And the tiny butterflies' whisper,
I heard.
In places
Dark and light
I knew.

Where Ezekiel was led, where Ishmael found solace,
Where the son went at nightfall,
So went I,
So I walked
Into
The Heart.         (of it all)

And I am not dead,
Am, in fact,
Quite Alive!
Still walking,
Yes, I am
Still
A Pilgrim;
To be found
Shining from
Within,
To be found Shining
From the Light
Ahead. *

©Timothy St. John Malone.
Written during the Last breath of Summer, August 2001
*In many reported near-death experiences, as they walk through the tunnel toward the light ahead this very light is reported to shine toward them, as well, lighting their being.

 

POEM OF THE CONTINUING PENTECOST

I met the Holy spirit on the path one day
Strolling in the garden
I sighed and surrendered, you might say.
The Spirit came, and spoke to my heart,
in my own language I could hear the lark:
"You are my beloved,
breathe in me
and I will breathe in you
life and love eternally."
A breeze Rose through the garden just then,
I heard very clearly the Spirit draw near, and send,
"you will be given power
to witness, to heal, to begin again --
As you breathe in
You will breathe out
Christ, the force of love --
Have no doubt."
My spine tingling, heart beating fast
I walked on my way -- all of a sudden not lost;
For that Someone Lit a fire
that burns still inside,
and this flame will always alight
other fine torches striding the path
For a way, for a truth, and for a life.

©Timothy St. John Malone.

 

THE PSALM THE ANGEL SANG

You who dwell in fear:
Stop. Listen. Wonder.
The Spirit of God
Surges through you,
An underground stream
In your soul.
It is not a noisy trickle
But a powerful river
Pulsing into your palm.
Feel down to its source
In you, and know
The strength of the
Living Water, the Living God
Who animates you
Like the Oceans.
Let its waters rise
With your breath
To the veins on the surface.
Let it fill you to overflow,
And mysteriously
You, yourself, will be poured
Out upon the dry land.

©Timothy St. John Malone.



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