the secret that we are afraid to grasp


“The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way — an honorable way — in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, “‘The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory’.”

-Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning


the hidden faces

Into the woods

trees, strong, young and old

trees breaking, leaning to another



branches gathered to grace a curve

under a tree I bow to pass

or skirt around an uprooted one



Into the woods

a liminal space

to rest and pray


a contemplative mind to see

a fallen tree gives life

new saplings rising


I hear an echo, a voice:

“your life is not about you

but about God,

about the people you have to love,

about the people you have to serve”

-hidden spring.


photos: Windmill Trail, one of the trails  on the grounds at San Damiano Retreat House, Danville,CA