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The end of religion

Blessed is the one who can hold religion lightly in the hands: its depths are but the gateway into mystery, and at its end the mystery continues and continues infinitely © Meisaan Chan

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I never disappear, says the Lord

I never disappear, says the Lord so if you don’t find me on the surface find me in the depths © Meisaan Chan

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What are you looking for?

What are you looking for? Look at you as you look: be aware of what you truly seek © Meisaan Chan

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The undiscerning moment

Without food or touch the spirit falls to sleep, hibernating until more favorable conditions appear – if these don’t come, the spirit can sleep forever but the slightest scent arouses voracious hunger; this is the most precarious time, for it … Continue reading

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In search of fullness

I look for you along the empty streets – they’re actually chaotic streets, but somehow empty – and I’m looking to be filled © Meisaan Chan

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Forgetting all, to follow

As the train barrels through the emptiness I peer at all the passengers, looking for the face of my Beloved, bent over a phone or behind a newspaper No: but the far door closes to the scent of jasmine and … Continue reading

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A letter to Rumi

Across the oceans and great rifts of time we wander the streets for the Beloved calling His name until our throats are parched calling until He allows Himself to be found – then we twirl with intoxicated joy and delight … Continue reading

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