Friday, November 29, 2013

A Helpful Meditation for this Runner from St. Nikolai Velimirovich

Do you ask me for the way, exhausted runners?

To what are you racing, sons [and daughters] of men?  If you knew what you were jogging toward, you would also know the way.

2012 Great Ethiopian Run in Addis Ababa

Your destinations are innumerable, therefore your ways are also innumerable.

You collide with one another and curse at each other, because your pathways cut across each other.

Even if there were as many of you as there are blades of grass on the earth, you would not be colliding with one another, if you had one destination and one direction.  And your mouths would quit cursing.

Those who search for life and truth, have one destination and one direction.  Their destination shows them the way, just as the sun does with light.  Truly whoever hides from the sun will lose both his destination and his way, and in vain will he toss himself hither and thither in the dark.

NY City Marathon

Do not set out in the ways of your thoughts, for they lead you one through to the next, and they know of no destination or way outside themselves.

Do not set out in the ways of your imaginations, for they allure you to level river beds until they suddenly plunge into an abyss beneath the earth.

Do not trust your soul as long as she tells you that the flesh in which she is clothed is your destination and way.  Has clothing ever guided anyone?

The way to the kingdom of blessedness is not found, is not shown, and is not intersected.  It is born in the soul when Life and Truth are born in her.  If Life and Truth have been born in your soul, rejoice and be glad, for the Way has been born in it as well.

Just as life cannot be separated from Truth, so the Way cannot be separated from Life and Truth.

Until all three manifest themselves, none has been manifested.

Do not place your hope in tomorrow’s day to cast light on your erring way.  For tomorrow’s day is only a new aberration of your way, and a new enigma.

Do not place your hope in days, for days are the garden of your imagination.  Instead set all your hope in that Day which is never somber at dawn.

O Lord, my Lord, my triradiate Godhead, who will suffice except You?

The ways of men are a trap, in which runners run all day and at dusk find themselves in the same place.  The entrapped ways of men bewilder me and I ask myself: who will suffice for a haven except my Lord?

‘Whoever recognizes Me as the destination of his wayfaring,’ says the Lord, ‘will have Me as the Way to My mansions.’

O Lord, my Lord, my triradiate Godhead, who will dare us enter into Your light?

‘Whoever draws near to gaze upon My light within himself, will dare to inter into My light and will not be scorched.’

'I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life'

O soul, my soul, my tri-nocturnal darkness, when will you remove your mask and be transfigured into triradiate daylight?

Save yourself while the divine torch is burning above you.  For when it goes away from you it will vanish, even as the dancing moonlight has vanished in the depths of the lake.

Sunrise on the 'Sea' of Galilee, seen from Tiberias

St. Nikolai Velimirovich (1880-1956), Prayers By the Lake, V (Grayslake, IL: Diocese of New Gracanica and Midwestern America, 2010), 108-110.

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