The Mystical Path
takes one into the depths of the Heart.
takes one into the depths of the Heart.
It leads you from the known to the
unknown,
and then further into
the unknowable,
into a darkness brighter than
any light.
and then further into
the unknowable,
into a darkness brighter than
any light.
Nothing can prepare you for the
Heart’s journey,
for the places it can take you,
the depths and the heights
that are within you.
So many times you think you are crazy,
bewildered and lost.
There are few signposts,
often little sense of direction.
for the places it can take you,
the depths and the heights
that are within you.
So many times you think you are crazy,
bewildered and lost.
There are few signposts,
often little sense of direction.
It is our own unique journey.
It takes us to places where there
are no
books or stories, no words to comfort us,
except the story of our own Heart,
our own confusion, longing and love.
books or stories, no words to comfort us,
except the story of our own Heart,
our own confusion, longing and love.
We discover the illusory nature of
the ego.
The “I” is just an illusion, a veil
of separation.
We awaken to the simple and
fundamental truth
that there is nothing other than God.
that there is nothing other than God.
Even the idea of a path is an
illusion…
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So what is this love story that
unfolds within
the Heart of a Mystic?
the Heart of a Mystic?
How much of “our story” is
[really] “God’s story”?
…all one story,
One Light
split into many fragments,
yet always remaining
One Light…
One Light
split into many fragments,
yet always remaining
One Light…
This one story
is lived in millions of ways,
each story a unique fragrance of Love.
Every cell in creation lives its own love story,
its longing for the Source.
is lived in millions of ways,
each story a unique fragrance of Love.
Every cell in creation lives its own love story,
its longing for the Source.
Human beings have the capacity
to make this story conscious,
to know the nature of their
hidden longing.
to make this story conscious,
to know the nature of their
hidden longing.
There can only ever be
one story,
because
there is only one Beloved,
and yet
we are part of this story;
our little “i”
must also be
a part of
The Beloved…
one story,
because
there is only one Beloved,
and yet
we are part of this story;
our little “i”
must also be
a part of
The Beloved…
Infinitely Unfolding
Excerpts from:
Fragments of a Love Story
Fragments of a Love Story
Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Sufi Mystic
Sufi Mystic
Please note: I have taken excerpts from various pages
in the book and arranged them in the form of a prose poem.
in the book and arranged them in the form of a prose poem.
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