mystic
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That for Which I Long
With every bone, muscle and nerve of this body,I long for God. I ache. Before, above, beyond, beneath– sacred mist, eternal fog, holy haze, the Known, the Unknown, the Unknowable– I want… Continue reading
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Mysticism
"I want to be a mystic," he said. "What kind of career is that?" she asked. "Well, it isn't a career exactly,it's more of a way to be." She snorted,"A way to be.And that pays…how much?" He ignored her sarcasm,because… Continue reading
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“Love Me,” We Say
The Sufi poet Hafiz, writing over 600 years ago, opens one of his poems by asserting: "Everyone you see, you say to them, 'Love me.'" You don't say it aloud, of course, but it's there, just beneath the surface, revealed… Continue reading
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Without Mediator or Veil
I keep searching for manageable definitions of mysticism and descriptions of what it means to be a mystic, a pursuit which, I realize, may be inherently contradictory. Nevertheless, I was happy to come across this challenge from Ralph Waldo Emerson:… Continue reading