I’ve always had the ability to sense the Divine. I realize that might sound a little crazy, but for me it simply is how things are – obviously there is some kind of God/Source/Divine Love, because I feel it. When people tell me they don’t believe in God, for me it sounds like “I don’t believe in air.”  And similarly, most of the time, God is very much like air – present, necessary for survival, but I am not conscious of it in any way.

(This is not in any way saying people who don’t believe in God are wrong or doomed or anything silly of the sort – having this perceptual bent makes hell sound ridiculous. It’s also completely possible that there’s just something wrong with me that makes me perceive a blanket of divine love when in fact none exists. If it’s a delusion, it is one I’m happy to have.)

There are times, though, when the experience of the divine goes from a gentle background hum to a sharp, poignant, beautiful moment of clear and immediate divine connection. My friend calls these “god moments” and if you’ve experienced one, you know what I mean – the world is so beautiful, love fills the air, and you often end up weeping with gratitude to be part of such a beautiful whole.

Earlier in the year, I had what I believe to be a mystical experience – the love and oneness was overwhelming and yet not, the joy indescribable, the beauty of the entire planet and each person on it so radiant that no words could ever capture it. It lasted maybe six hours, and I will never forget it.

This post began as an attempt to share the wonder of that experience with you, and I’ve found that I simply can’t – I don’t have the ability to put all of that wonder into words. Luckily, though, there are others that do. I’d like to share some of their words with you today. These are two poems from my two favorite mystics:

Have you had a mystical experience? Leave a comment and share with us the one thing that struck you the most from it. (Mine was a sense of profound and all-encompassing love.)