Contemplation is not trance nor ecstasy, not emotional fire and sweetness throat comes with religious exaltation Not enthusiasm, not the sense of being “seized” by an elemental force And swept into liberation by mystical frenzy.
Contemplation is no pain killer.
In the end the contemplative suffers the anguish of realising That he no longer knows what God is; This is a great gain, Because “God is not a what,”
not a “thing”.
There is “no such thing” as God
Because God is neither a “what” or a “thing”
But a pure “Who”,
the “Thou” before whom our inmost “I” springs into awareness.