Sweet Mother Divine
by Nilgun

Sweet Mother Divine
Amazing Grace
Flower of the Universe...
Delicate as a Breathing Rose
What Sweetness Befalls Me
By the Touch of Thy Velvet Hand [More]

The Essence of Sin
by Wayne Ferguson

Kierkegaard suggests that the essence of sin is despair. This should not be confused with depression. The latter is something that happens to us, per chance, while the former is— at its most fundamental level —a choice. [More]

The Story of Alif
by Hazrat Inayat Khan

In the life of Bullah Shah, the great saint of Punjab, one reads a most instructive account of his early training when he was sent to school with boys of his own age. The teacher taught him Alif, the first letter of the Arabic alphabet. The other boys in his class finished the whole alphabet while he was mastering the same letter. When weeks had passed, and the teacher saw that the child did not advance any further than the first letter Alif, he thought that he must be deficient and sent him home to his parents... [More]

The Christ Within Us All
by Hermit Crab

To not know that we have eternal life is, in a sense— in terms of our human experience —not to have it. This is because to wonder about it or doubt it is to hold it out as speculation, or a fantasy from a book one doesn't believe, i.e. something that can never be fully experienced. This is why we feel fragmented and alone in the universe: the tools that we've grown accustomed to using to know our way through the world are insufficient to know concepts like eternal life and God... [More]

The Perfect Life
by Plotinus

It has been said more than once that the perfect life and the true life, the essential life, is in the intellectual nature beyond this sphere, and that all other forms of life are incomplete, are phantoms of life, imperfect, not pure, not more truly life than they are its contrary: Here let it be said succinctly that since all living things proceed from the one principle but possess life in different degrees, this principle must be the first life and the most complete. [More]

Just in the Nick of Time...
by Henry David Thoreau

In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. You will pardon some obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than in most men's, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from its very nature. I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint "No Admittance" on my gate. [More]