There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they cannot hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew. ~ Rumi
Mirabai is a writer, a translator, a speaker, and a teacher.
If today were my last day on Earth and I could share 500 words of brilliance with the world, here are the important things I'd want to pass along to others...
I make a living speaking and writing about silence. Isn't that hilarious? But the mystical path is all about paradox. The emptiness that is plenitude. The fire that is elixir. The longing that is the remedy for longing. Mystics are not interested in logical arguments to prove the existence of divine reality. They want direct experience of divine reality. They do not pay much attention to questions of morality. They want to be consumed with love. The mystic is the person who is inexorably drawn to the Great Mystery. The person who wants to drown in that Mystery, to allow her small self to burn up like a moth in the flame that is the Divine Beloved, and become one with the source of all love.
How do you speak about that? How do you write about that which transcends all language, all concepts? Words are merely the finger pointing at the moon. If the words are true and beautiful enough, listeners will look up and behold the glory with their own eyes.
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