Mystic Love is the love that says "no matter our superficial differences, we are in essence the same."
To experience mystic love is to experience oneness- with a plant, a person, an animal, a river, a mountain, a piece of garbage, the cosmos. Mystic love transcends notions of sexual, romantic, and platonic love, extending to anything and everything, including what the rational mind might consider to be the most unlikely of beloveds.
In contrast to the love of difference, which delights in the use of language to describe and appreciate differences, in trying to say "this is where I begin and end; this is where you begin and end," mystic love is beyond words. Mystic love is unbounded and undifferentiating; it needs nothing, least of all to explain itself. For mystic love, words only get in the way.
I have experienced mystic love on many occasions. More than once, it has taken me to the edge of death. If I am truly not different than another, then there is nothing to fear in death. For mystic love, the death of one is simply a change, the law of the land, no better nor worse than what was before.
What do you think? Have you experienced mystic love? Tell us about it.
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I am using this tag to share my thoughts about different dimensions of love, and I would love to hear about your thoughts and experiences. If you feel called, please share, and add to the growing conversation and awareness of the beauties and complexities of love.
~jared