When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.
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When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENI, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENThe soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENDivinity is in its omniscience and omnipotence like a wheel, a circle, a whole, that can neither be understood, nor divided, nor begun nor ended.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENThe soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions. With interior yearning, grace and blessing are bestowed. It is a yearning to take on God’s gentle yoke, It is a yearning to give one’s self to God’s Way.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENJust as a circle embraces all that is within it, so does the God-head embrace all. No one has the power to divide this circle, to surpass it, or to limit it.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENThe fire has its flame and praises God. The wind blows the flame and praises God. In the voice we hear the word which praises God. And the word, when heard, praises God. So all of creation is a song of praise to God.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENYou are the mountain and the valley.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENHoly persons draw to themselves all that is earthly.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENThe truly holy person welcomes all that is earthly.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENWhat I do not see I do not know. I see, hear and know simultaneously and learn what I know as if in a moment.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENHumanity, take a good look at yourself. Inside, you’ve got heaven and earth, and all of creation. You’re a world – everything is hidden in you.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENIt is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENSometimes when we hear a song we breathe deeply and sigh. This reminds the prophet that the soul arises from heavenly harmony. In thinking about this, he was aware that the soul itself has something in itself of this music.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENWe cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.
HILDEGARD OF BINGENThe soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it.
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