The first mystery is simply that there is a Mystery

Lawrence Kushner

The first mystery is simply that there is a Mystery. A Mystery that can never be explained or understood. Only encountered from time to time. Nothing is obvious. Everything conceals something else...Spiritual awareness is born of encounters with the Mystery.

~ from HONEY FROM THE ROCK by Lawrence Kushner

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