FOR THE MYSTICS WHO ARE POSSESSED BY THE DIVINE PRESENCE, human sin strikes at the very depth of the soul. Rumi captures the poetic essence of this existential truth:
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain. We are
the sweet, cold water and the jar that pours.¹
It is always in relationship to the wounded face of others that we are pierced to the core of being in solidarity with the suffering on Earth.
¹ Rumi, Open Secret, p. 22.
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