Maritza's Translation of Llama de Amor Viva ...Shared at the October 8th Session

Oh, Loves living flame

which tenderly wounds 

my soul at its deepest center!;

Well, you are no longer elusive

Finish now, if you want;

Rip the cloth of this sweet encounter.


Oh, gentle cautery!

Oh, gifted sore!

Oh, soft hand! Oh, delicate touch, 

which tastes of eternal life 

and pays all debts.

Killing, death into life you have exchanged.


Oh, lamps of fire

in whose glow

the deep caverns of sense,

which was dark and blind,

with strange delicacies,

give heat and light together

to his beloved.
(her? their? Original is possessive gender neutral)


What meek and loving

memories in my bosom 

where secretly only you dwell; 

and in your pleasant breath

full of goodness and glory,

how delicately you make me fall in love with you!


Oh, Loves living flame!


St. John of the Cross


Note….Is it? 

Flame of living love

Living flame of love

Flame alive with love 


All of them are viable translations

Oh llama de amor viva,

que tiernamente hieres

de mi alma en el más profundo centro!;

pues ya no eres esquiva,

acaba ya, si quieres;

rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro.


¡Oh cauterio suave!

¡Oh regalada llaga!

¡Oh mano blanda! ¡Oh toque delicado,

que a vida eterna sabe

y toda deuda paga!

Matando, muerte en vida la has trocado.


¡Oh lámparas de fuego,

en cuyos resplandores

las profundas cavernas del sentido,

que estaba oscuro y ciego,

con extraños primores

calor y luz dan junto a su querido!


¡Cuán manso y amoroso

recuerdas en mi seno,

donde secretamente solo moras;

y en tu aspirar sabroso

de bien y gloria lleno,

cuán delicadamente me enamoras!


¡Oh llama de amor viva!


San Juan de la Cruz

Marianne mentioned "The Sound of Silence" at the December 10th Session...


"The Sound Of Silence" (Simon & Garfunkel)

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence."

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Anita's Reflection at Easter Mass...Shared at the April 23rd Session


Drawn to Catholic Eucharist,

God speaks there, as expected again.


“In the name of the father, and of the Son, and of the Spirit...”

I feel Christ’s cross cover me.




She feels her difference, unnerved.

But disappears

And accepts the covering.


Christ is singing today’s Psalm.

“Taste and see the Goodness of God!”

I am knowing how Jesus Living feels.


“Stay here,” the Spirit directs.


Upon my outstretched arms, the Cross is consoling.

There is only desiring

to be Gift.


Presently, there comes a new covering —

Of a blessed and broken host by Another.

Bread that feeds this seedling of Earth,

One particular needed Word named Me...


There’s much more to be relinquished and consumed.

Yet, the Giving is the Tasting of this Love.