moon chambers

we live on the brinks of solitude. it is a blessing to die without knowing it. 

but to live without having ever encountered it, is to live blindly, distractedly, superficially. 

underneath the abyss of thought, our own mental void, the limitless universe of dust and mold, 

is the core, the pumping heart of our very existence. 

trouble is, to arrive at the core, first you must come to peace 

with silence. 

photo by Maria M.

"Now Father--since 49 or 50 this terrible sense of loss--this utter darkness--this loneliness--this continual longing for God--which gives me that pain deep down in my heart.--Darkness is such that I really do not see--neither with my mind nor with my reason.--The place of God in my soul is blank.--There is no God in me.--When the pain of longing is so great--I just long--long for God--and then it is that I feel--He does not want me--He is not there.--…God does not want me.--Sometimes--I just hear my own heart cry out--"My God" and nothing else comes.--The torture and pain I can't explain.--

Mother Teresa of Calcutta.