Andrew Lawler
Andrew Lawler is a misplaced Southerner living in rural Maine whose writing has been published in Smithsonian, National Geographic, and Audubon. When not practicing serenity at airport baggage carousels, he’s learning to accept black flies and use a chain saw.
Something Missing In My Heart
Daniel Ladinsky On The God-Intoxicated Poetry Of Hafiz
To any fully enlightened soul there is only God, or divine light and infinite knowledge. Any perfect poet — and I feel both Rumi and Hafiz were — experiences existence non-dualistically. They live as one. I don’t think they would see any difference between themselves. Any difference we might see is due to our transitory and distorted perception. Rumi, Hafiz, you, me — these are just costumes that came to life when the Beloved wiped his lips with us for whatever drunk, wild reason.
October 2013The Ordinary Decency Of The Heart
Andrew Harvey On Sacred Activism, The Divine Feminine, And Loving George W. Bush
Anyone working at the intersection of mystical faith and political action will tell you that there are powers that do not want this form of activism to be born. As soon as you become sincere in this path, you are going to meet strong opposition. Sacred activists need to be awake to the existence of evil. This is why Jesus said: “I am sending you out as sheep among the wolves. You must combine the wisdom of the serpent and the innocence of the dove.”
May 2008Walking Around In The Heart
Coleman Barks On Rumi, Sensuality, And The Path With No Name
I’ve always loved that moment when I feel the language coming. Nobody knows what the source of the flow of language is, that inspiring eloquence, but we know it when we feel it. Artists of any kind get addicted to that: “Why can’t I be this way all the time?” We destroy ourselves with ways of faking it, of manufacturing inspiration. Writers are so impatient.
October 2007Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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