The moment I first fell in love with Sufi thought

Eighteen years ago, before I became enthralled with all things mind-spirit-body-soul-divine-consciousness related, I overheard two people talking about their conception of God.

I was sitting in a little cave. A couple came by — likely on a first date — and perched above me on a large boulder, oblivious to my presence below.

At one point the man said something along these lines: 

Since whatever God is, is too vast and consequential and mysterious to ever be comprehended, the Sufis say you should just choose whatever version of God makes you happy. 

I’ve been a non-practicing Sufi ever since.

. . . . . . .

(I’m a non-practicing Buddhist and Christian and Hindu too . . . there’s something sparkling in every line of spiritual thought.)

For you 

Evan Griffith
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