I Entered Into The Secret Closet Of My Soul (Mystical Experience Of St. Augustine) Poem by Genova Maaa my mother

„I entered into the secret closet of my soul,
led by thee; and this I could do because Thou wast my helper.
I entered, and beheld with the mysterious eye of my soul the Light that never changes, above the eye of my soul, above my intelligence.
It was not the common light which all flesh can see, nor was it greater yet of the same kind, as if the light of day were to grow brighter and brighter and flood all space.
It was not like this, but different altogether different from all such things.
Nor was it above my intelligence in the same way as oil is above water or heaven above earth, but it was higher because it made me, and I was lower because made by it.
He who knoweth the truth knoweth that light, and who knoweth it, knoweth eternity. Love knoweth it' (St. Augustine, Confessions, Bk vii Chp.x) .

Note: It must be remembered that mystics are essentially realists, always seeking for language adequate to their vision of truth: hence the fact that they have adopted this imagery is a guarantee that it represents something which they know and are struggling to desribe.


(Graphic: Radiant Light; At the Mass, if we unite ourselves with Christ's... photobucket genovamaaa's collections)