Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist. — Rabia.
It doesn’t happen often, but every now and then prayer and/or meditation takes you to a different place. Whether you start in a church pew, a comfortable chair, or during a walk in the woods, you are transported to a special place of no names, no walls, and only you and a Godlike presence are there. They are magical moments.
Rabia explains that there is also a place we can visit where there are no walls or names. She says, “In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church that dissolve, that dissolve in God.”
“When’s the last time you visited there?” I ask myself. There have been times. On a beach walk, a stroll in the park near my home, once on a set of bleachers near the Cumberland Gap — distant memories.
Rabia’s words remind me to travel again to that place, “where ecstasy gets poured into itself.”