Each of you who has loved me has been God’s face for those moments
Love is not a noun. Nor a goal. Love is creating. Uniquely.
Coffee before the sun comes up. But there was no sunrise today. The gray dawn grew merely more brightly gray
[3 minute read] If you’d like shallower but wider presentation than the earlier selected excerpts, before diving into their full sources, here’s a decent soup-to-nuts application, all on one (long) page. Nicely synthesized and broadened for a comtemporary, if somewhat New-Age commercial consumer market, I’m comfortable endorsing it as orthodox enough to the original: “…notContinue reading “Dark Night of the Soul (3) – Michael Mirdad”