Flitch (AS) – Interioridade

Selections from the Cherubinic Wanderer

terça-feira 20 de setembro de 2022, por Cardoso de Castro

Angelus Silesius . Selections from the Cherubinic Wanderer. Translated with an Introduction by J. E. Crawford Flitch

121 (I. 145)
WHAT THOU WOULDST HAVE IS WITHIN THEE

All Heaven is within thee, Man, And all of Hell within thy heart: What thou dost choose and will to have, That hast thou wheresoe’er thou art.

122 (I. 82)
HEAVEN IS WITHIN THEE

Heaven is within thee. Stay! Why runn’st thou here and there? Thou seekest God in vain seekest thou Him elsewhere.

123 (IV. 183)
ALL THAT THOU WILT IS WITHIN THEE

All thou wouldst have lies now within thee, every whit ’Tis thine—so long as thou dost never strive for it.

124 (III. 118)
THE PHILOSOPHERS’ STONE

Travel within thyself! The Stone Philosophers with wisest arts Have vainly sought, cannot be found By travelling in foreign parts.

125 (I. 50)
THE THRONE OF GOD

Christian, dost thou demand to know Where God hath set His Throne? Even there within thyself, where He Gives birth to thee, His Son.

126 (I. 61)
GOD MUST BE BORN IN THEE

Though Jesus Christ in Bethlehem A thousand times his Mother bore, Is he not born again in thee Then art thou lost for evermore.

127 (I. 62)
THE EXTERNAL HELPETH THEE NOT

In vain the Cross on Golgotha Was raised—thou hast not any part In its deliverance unless It be raised up within thy heart.

128 (VI. 209)
WHAT IS OUTWARD ADDETH NO WORTH

Nothing external to thee, Man, Can give thee Worth or Dignity: Fine harness maketh not the horse, Nor clothes the man’s virility.

129 (VI. 24)
WHAT A MAN HATH IN HIMSELF HE SEEKETH NOT WITHOUT

He who hath honour in himself Seeketh no honour among men. Seekest thou honour in the world, ’Tis not thine own but alien.

130 (VI. 169)
WHAT A MAN WOULD NOT LOSE, THAT MUST HE BE

The Wise Man is that which he hath. The precious Pearl of Paradise Wouldst thou not lose, then must thou be Thyself that Pearl of greatest price.

131 (I. 298)
HEAVEN IS WITHIN US

My Christian, whither runnest thou? All Heaven within thy heart doth wait. Why dost thou seek to find it then By knocking at another’s gate?

132 (II. 149)
THOU THYSELF ART ALL THINGS

How is it possible for thee To feel desire or suffer dearth? Thou canst be all things in thyself— A thousand Angels, Heaven and Earth!

133 (VI. 166)
HE WHO HATH THE KINGDOM IN HIMSELF CANNOT BECOME POOR

God’s Kingdom is within ourselves! If, then, so great a Kingdom be Already thine, how canst thou fear The threatening of poverty?

134 (II. 85)
THY PRISON IS THYSELF

The World doth not imprison thee. Thou art thyselfthe World, and there, Within thyself, thou hold’st thyself Thy self-imprisoned Prisoner.

135 (I. 37)
UNREST COMETH FROM THYSELF

Naught is that moveth thee: thou art thyself the wheel That runneth of itself and never standeth still.

136 (I. 118)
SPIRIT REMAINETH EVER FREE

Fetter me with a thousand chains, and though they be Never so strong, I shall be fetterless and free.

137 (III. 147)
GOD WOULD BE ALONE

Shut God up in thy heart. Let none else enter there, So must He always bide with thee and be thy Prisoner.

138 (V. 128)
IT IS NEVER NIGHT IN THE SOUL

I am amazed that thou dost yearn For daylight to appear. There is no sunset in my soul— Day is already here.