Angelus Silesius was a German mystic. I believe I discovered him at around the same time that I was rereading Walt Whitman, and I became intrigued by the similarity in their thought. Silesius said that God cannot love anything inferior to himself. And Whitman speaks of loving the fat that sticks to his own bones. The Divine and man are one.
Silesius, like Whitman, wrote poems. Beautiful poems. One of my favorites is “Go Into a Wilderness.” It’s about many things, and what it is about for me is a meditation on a place from which creativity springs.
Where there’s nor I nor Thou.
Where is my final goal
towards which I needs must press?
Where there is nothing.
Whither shall I journey now?
Still farther on than God
—into a Wilderness.
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