Mysticism is the art
of looking straight at a sunset
and knowing it is not the sun
which deserts our sphere
for a long, dark sweep of night,
but us, the earthlings, who are curving
relentlessly away from the sun
and moving our faces into darkness.
Mysticism is looking at
a dark gritty street
and remembering it is robed
by the same dazzling stream
of numinous starshine
that enfolds us all.
Mysticism is seeing through
the dancing shadows on the wall of life
and perceiving, even amid chaos,
the distant radiance of Truth.
Mysticism is praying, not with the mind,
but with a fully flowering heart,
and knowing how to Listen
for God's hot answering pulse.
Mysticism is a way of seeing,
a way of breathing,
a way of responding
with steady Light
to all the minutiae of the day.
Test it yourself.
The fire of mysticism has lifted
many a day from darkness into Love.
Mysticism is home to miracles.
Actually, it's Home to us all
if we're willing to come in the door.
And here's the surprise:
Mysticism is as natural as logic,
only realer.