The Windmill of God
How the Trinity Reveals Love Through Kenosis—and How to Meditate With It
Outside of the Orthodox tradition and a few contemplative streams, this is rarely taught. But the doctrine of the Trinity wasn’t born as a cold formula or a philosophical abstraction. It emerged from mystical experience, scriptural reflection, and the pastoral need to speak truthfully about the God revealed in Christ. And it reached its final, orthodox form in the 4th century through the work of the Cappadocian Fathers: Basil the Great, Gregory of Nyssa, and Gregory Nazianzen.
These three weren’t simply participants in the conversation—they were its architects. If earlier thinkers laid the groundwork, the Cappadocians were the ones who framed the house, finished the design, and moved the Church in.
And they didn’t define this doctrine from ivory towers. They were mystics, monks, and bishops—but not the kind elevated by academic credentials. In their time, you didn’t become a bishop by graduating from the right schools. You were recognized because your life radiated holiness, wisdom, and depth of prayer. Their authority came not from institutional titles, but from lives steeped in contemplation and shaped by direct encounter with the Divine. Read their writings with that lens, and it’s obvious: this isn’t speculative theory—it’s spiritual encounter transcribed into doctrine.
They described the Trinity not as three beings or a top-down hierarchy, but as a dynamic relationship—one ousia (essence), three hypostases (persons)—in a living motion of mutual self-emptying.
This mutuality has a name: perichoresis, often translated as “interpenetration” or more poetically as divine dance. But the inner motion of that dance is something even more profound: kenosis.
Kenosis is radical love that seeks nothing in return.
It is the total self-offering of one person to another without demand, without defense, without ego.
And it is the movement at the heart of the Trinity.
The Father pours into the Son—not as domination, but as eternal gift.
The Son pours into the Spirit—not as afterthought, but as equal radiance.
And the Spirit—overflowing in joy—returns that self-gift back to the Father, completing the circle.
You could picture it like a windmill of divine generosity, turning endlessly—each Person emptying into the next in an eternal cycle of love. Not a power structure. Not a theological riddle. But the actual shape of divine life.
This is how the Church could say “God is love.”
Because if God were a singular, isolated entity—some cosmic monad—there would be no other to love.
But in the Trinity, there is eternal relationship, eternal outpouring, eternal return.
This insight isn’t limited to Christian mysticism.
In Kabbalah, the concept of Tzimtzum—God contracting God’s self to make space for creation—is a parallel expression of this same truth:
that love begins in letting go.
What the Cappadocian Fathers gave us wasn’t just doctrinal scaffolding.
It was a mystical map of how God is love—not sentimentally, but structurally.
Even more striking, the early Syriac Church called the Spirit “Mother.” The Hebrew Ruach is grammatically feminine, and mystics like Ephrem the Syrian had no trouble envisioning the Spirit’s role as nourishing, birthing, and returning love back to its source.
So when we say, “The Father pours into the Son, the Son pours into the Spirit, and she pours back into the Father,” we’re not being poetic—we’re honoring the vision handed down by the very people who created the doctrine of the Trinity.
The Trinity isn’t a logic puzzle.
It’s not a committee.
It’s a communion of love where no one clings, and nothing is hoarded.
And if we’re made in that image?
Then self-emptying isn’t just what God does.
It’s what God is.
Meditating on the Trinity
This isn’t just something to believe. It’s something to enter.
To meditate on the Trinity through the lens of kenosis is to participate in the very life of God. It’s not about grasping mystery—it’s about becoming transparent to it.
🧘 Begin in Silence:
Start where all true knowing begins—in unknowing.
Release your concepts. Let go of your images. Don’t try to “understand” the Trinity.
Let it undo you.
This is the apophatic path—God beyond all grasping, yet closer than breath.
🌊 Visualize the Flow:
Imagine the Father pouring into the Son,
the Son returning that love through the Spirit,
and the Spirit circling it back—
an eternal movement of radical love.
You’re not watching this from a distance.
You’re inside it.
This is the architecture of your soul.
🔥 Let the Pattern Rewire You:
Every time you shed ego… you echo the Son’s descent.
Every quiet yes to love… aligns you with the Spirit’s breath.
Every act of trust… reflects the Father’s open hand.
The Trinity isn’t something you ascend toward.
It’s something you mirror every time you love without clinging.
🪞 Why It Matters:
In a world obsessed with dominance, certainty, and self-preservation,
to meditate on a God who is always giving Itself away—
is a quiet revolution.
You’re not climbing up to God.
You’re being drawn into God's own rhythm of descent—
into this world,
into suffering,
into love.
That’s what it means to meditate on the Trinity of kenosis.
Not to explain it.
But to become it.
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The way you explain God feels so much more real than the old-fashioned fire & brimstone version!
Damn, Alek, you've got me again. I'm not a Christian mystic but a poor poet, farmer and environmentalist but the divine three runs through me and shapes my view. My poem, The Three Lovers, is not about the trinity but there are echoes, when I wrote it not one thought of the Trinity entered my head but now, maybe, I see this sacred loving relationship as an archetype. Thanks for the post, every day is a contemplative day.