- November
Cycle 3 Day 1 Listening Day 1
15 Minutes SSX 15 Minutes Emperor
NFTW started today. G:Mogul sounds pretty amazing. Perhaps a better fit than NR to get started. Still considering. No more rushing into buying stuff and changing subs. NR sounds still plausible, but perhaps for a later point on my journey.
The last two days were emotionally intensive. I realized earlier that there’s a certain sadness I wasn’t able to name. Yesterday I understood, that there was anger underneath it. About the distance between my fiancee and me. And that I’m unable to change anything. I remebered poem of Saint John of the Cross, that describes my feelings pretty well. Just replace God with my fiancee.
Ecstasy of High Contemplation
I live, and yet not I,
In a manner hoping
That I am dying because I do not die.
I
I am not now living in myself,
And without God I cannot live;
For without Him, I am also without myself.
This life of mine, what is it?
A thousand deaths to me;
For I am waiting for my very life,
Dying because I do not die.
II
This life that I am living
Is a lifeless life.
And so a death continuing,
Until I come to live with Thee.
God, hear Thou my cry!
This life of mine I will it not;
I die because I do not die.
III
When I am away from Thee,
What is my life to me?
The agony of death.
None greater have I ever seen.
O, wretched that I am!
For while I am living on
I die because I do not die.
IV
The fish that from the water leaps
Is not without relief;
The death that it endures
Does end in death at last.
What death can ever equal
My misery of life?
For I, the more I live, the more I die.
V
When I see Thee in the Sacrament
And begin to be relieved,
The absence of fruition
Creates a deeper pang;
All brings greater pain,
And the pain is so bitter
That I am dying because I do not die.
VI
And if, O Lord, I have a joy
In the hope of seeing Thee;
My sorrow is increased,
Because I fear to lose Thee.
Living in dread so great
And hoping as I hope,
I die, because I do not die.
VII
From this death deliver me,
O God, and give me life,
Nor let these fetters hold me;
They are so strong:
Behold, I die to see Thee,
And in a manner hoping
That I am dying, because I do not die.
VIII
My death I will bewail then,
And lament my life
By reason of my sins
Still here prolonged.
my God, when shall I be there
Where I may truly say,
I live at last because I do not die?
Source: The book, The Living Flame of Love, in the Chapter on “Poems”, pp. 264-266, entitled “A Soul Longing for a Vision of God.” Translated by David Lewis, dated 1912. Free download from Archive.org.