As I was studying the works of St. Teresa of Avila, I came across a poem that is attributed to her, but apparently is not found in her writings. It seems to be a modern pseudepigraph. Even so, I thought it was beautiful. It is called Christ Has No Body.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) was a noted poet, essayist, and journalist, perhaps best known for his collection of poems titled Leaves of Grass. He wrote of divine experiences on several occasions in his poems.
We awaken in Christ’s body
as Christ awakens our bodies,
and my poor hand is Christ, He enters
my foot, and is infinitely me.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a Bengali author, poet, essayist, playwright, novelist, composer, and painter. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913, the first non-European to do so. He recounted the following experience that he had while in Calcutta, India.
I am not my body.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my mind.
I am not my brain...
This stunningly beautiful short work of fine art-film does an exquisite job of painting and poetically uttering the colors and shapes, the heights and depths, of the utter vastness, infinite and eternal God consciousness, the Alpha and Omega, the First and Last, the Beginning and the End, the All-Seeing Eye—your divine nature.