Devotional mysticism is very appealing because it teaches that we can go through life immersed in a genuine and profound sense of love for God, for others, for ourselves and the whole of life.
This divine love is presented as the source of meaning, a deeper reality, a holy presence in which we live – even if we are not aware of it most of the time.
The poet Kabir likened us to a fish in water who complains of nothing to drink.
As he writes in another poem:
Where are you vainly looking for me,
For I am neither in your pilgrimage nor in your idols,
Not in your temples, not in your mosques,
Not on the holy river banks at Kasi,
Nor in silent lonely spots in the Himalayas,
Not in penances nor the routine of prayers,
I am not in fasts, nor in rituals,
Nor in renunciation even can I be found.
Do you not see my friend,
Who seeks me so earnestly, far and wide,
That I am here, beside you,
Where are you vainly looking for me
Who am here, close at hand,
Right within you,
To be found in no more than a moment,
If you ever care to believe,
Ever care to look.
I read so many mystics when I was younger, it all blurred together, and I took from it what I wanted to see – which was an all-or-nothing effort of will to transcend the “ordinary” world.
I thought the practice of devotion was supposed to supplant all desires with a single one, and make us immune to the daily struggles of existence.
But that’s not really how it works.
I mean, it kinda is. Like a lot of mysterious things it makes sense in hindsight, but the descriptions don’t especially help you get there.
That might be because everyone is resisting it in their own ways. So even if someone tells you straight out “this is what you need to do…” you likely won’t listen.
“When the student is ready, the teacher will appear”, but more likely the teachers were all around you all the time waving their hands in front of your face but you were too stubborn and too stupid to open your eyes.
Or maybe that’s just what it took to get you there.
Regardless, divine love is supposed to be transcendent, unconditional, and pure. What that means in practice is that there’s no obstacle to love, if you choose to practice it. There are no necessary preconditions, no requirements, no milestones, no knots to untie…unless you make there be.
If you sit at a piano playing low notes, there’s nothing to stop you playing high ones instead. You just have to do it. You don’t even have to understand how it works and why, though some of you will probably want to.
You just need to choose, for the sake of feeling better, to practice feeling love rather than the other feelings you’re more used to.
The whole idea that we’ll feel better once we do this or finish that, or achieve our goals…No, unconditional love means you can practice it with no preconditions; and if you don’t practice it you’ll never get there.