A flower is a beautiful object but it also often has a wonderful smell, a nice texture and graceful movement in the wind and of course, a life. That is the true reality that we are typically oblivious to; we are rather only conscious of what we had for dinner, what we have to do at work tomorrow, whether we should have worn a heavier jacket – but the Reality of the flower escapes us. We live in an artificial world; a world of appearances. Jesus lives in a mystical world – he is connected to Reality because He created it. His perception of a flower is infinitely greater than ours as an artist is connected with each brush stroke of his painting while we only perceive a pretty picture.
Even though Jesus is the exceptional (and only) true mystic, because He is the only one in touch with Reality, he still practiced the tried and true methods to achieve mysticism – simplification of life and the singleness of heart oriented around God and separation of self from the dazzling desires of the heart.
Meditation is extreme attention – or not, depending on how you want to practice it. Jesus often meditated through prayer – forty days and nights without food was no casual walk in the desert. And Jesus prayer in the garden was agonizingly intense and focused.
The natural and ultimate expression of the mystics life is in action: Love.
I will try to learn to mediate on a flower, on the image of Christ hanging on the cross or praying in the garden, on the disciples hanging on to a frail boat in a tempestuous sea, on the peaceful scene of a baby lying in a manger, on Christ as He rises into the sky with the promise that I will follow one day. I will apply myself to become a mystic – to attempt to perceive a larger universe.
Here is great little read by Evelyn Underhill: Practical Mysticism and it is the impetus and determined much of the direction of the poor expression of my thoughts above.
It is a free pdf file: http://www.holybooks.com/wp-content/uploads/Evelyn-Underhill-Practical-Mysticism.pdf
“The very mainspring of
your activity is a demand, either for a continued possession of that
which you have, or for something which as yet you have not: wealth,
honour, success, social position, love, friendship, comfort, amusement.
You feel that you have a right to some of these things: to a certain recognition
of your powers, a certain immunity from failure or humiliation.
You resent anything which opposes you in these matters. You become
restless when you see other selves more skilful in the game of acquisition
than yourself. You hold tight against all comers your own share of the
spoils. You are rather inclined to shirk boring responsibilities and unattractive,
unremunerative toil; are greedy of pleasure and excitement, devoted
to the art of having a good time. If you possess a social sense, you
demand these things not only for yourself but for your tribe—the domestic
or racial group to which you belong. These dispositions, so ordinary
that they almost pass unnoticed, were named by our blunt forefathers
the Seven Deadly Sins of Pride, Anger, Envy, Avarice, Sloth, Gluttony,