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“Ask not of things to shed their veils. Unveil yourselves, and things will be unveiled.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Often you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Love is the law of God. You live that you may learn to love. You love
that you may learn to live. No other lesson is required of Man.You are
the tree of Life. Beware of fractionating yourselves. Set not a fruit against a fruit, a leaf against a leaf, a bough against a bough; nor
set the stem against the roots; nor set the tree against the mother-
soil. That is precisely what you do when you love one part more than
the rest, or to the exclusion of the rest. No love is possible except
by the love of self. No self is real save the All-embracing Self.
Therefore is God all Love, because he loves himself. So long as you
are pained by Love, you have not found your real self, nor have you
found the golden key of Love. Because you love an ephemeral self, your
love is ephemeral.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“How much more infinite a sea is man? Be not so childish as to measure him from head to foot and think you have found his borders.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Logic is immaturity weaving its nets of gossamer wherewith it aims to catch the behemoth of knowledge. Logic is a crutch for the cripple, but a burden for the swift of foot and a greater burden still for the wise.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire upon the sky for all and everything to see. For so, in truth, it is.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“فكِّــروا كما لو كانت أفكاركم منقوشة بأحرف من نار على صفيحة الجَلَد حيث تبصرها و تقرأها جميع الكائنات. و إنها في الواقع لكذلك.
و تكلَّــموا كما لو كان العالم كله أذنا واحدة مصغية إلى ما تقولون. و إنه في الواقع لكذلك.
و اعمــلوا كما لو كان كلّ عمل من أعمالكم سيرتدّ بنتيجته إليكم. و إنه في الواقع لكذلك.
و تمــنُّوا كما لو كنتم الأمنية التي تتمنّـون. و إنكم في الواقع لكذلك.
و احيوا كما لو كان ربُّـكم في حاجة إلى حياتكم ليحيا هو حياته. و إنه في الواقع لكذلك.”
― ميخائيل نعيمة, مرداد

“No love is Love that subjugates the Lover.
No love is Love that feeds on flesh and blood.
No love is Love that draws a woman to a man only to breed
more women and men and thus perpetuate their bondage to the flesh.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“إذا كنتم عبيداً في الأرض وقيل لكم: ازهدوا في حرية الأرض،ففي السماء تنتظركم حرية لاتوصف. اجيبوه: من لم يتذوق الحرية في الأرض لن يعرف طعمها في السماء

If you are slaves on Earth & you were told: “Renounce Earthly Freedom, for in Heaven awaits you unimaginalbe Freedom!�� Answer him: “He who did not taste Freedom on Earth, will not know it in Heaven!”
― Mikhail Naimy , The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Too vast is Man and too imponderable his nature. Too varied are his
talents, and too inexhaustible his strength. Beware of those who
attempt to set him boundaries.Live as if your God Himself had need of
you His life to live. And so, in truth, He does.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Vast is the difference between ‘holding�� and ‘being held��. You hold, only what you love. What you hate holds you. Avoid being held.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“The really poor is he who misuses what he has. The really rich is he who well uses what he has.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Whoever cannot find a temple in his heart, the same can never find his heart in any temple.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Except you be fed with the grapes of Love you shall no be filled with the wine of
Understanding.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“To the unspoiled, even a snikebite is a loving kiss. But to the spoiled even a loving kiss is a snake bite.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The Strange Story of a Monastery Which Was Once Called The Ark

“Men and women yearners must realize their unity even while in the
flesh; not by communion of the flesh, but by the Will to Freedom from
the flesh and all the impediments it places in their way to perfect
Unity and Holy Understanding”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Not celibate are they who wear monastic garb and shut themselves away behind thick walls and massive iron gates, But
celibate are they whose hearts and minds are celibate, whether they be in cloisters or in the public marts.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The Strange Story of a Monastery Which Was Once Called The Ark

“Rejoice, Micayon. Yours is a prophet’s dream. The Great Nostalgia has made your world too small, and made you a stranger in that world. It has unloosed your imagination from the grip of
the despotic senses; and imagination has brought you forth your Faith.
And Faith shall lift you high above the stagnant, stifling world and carry you across the dreary emptiness and up the Rugged Mountains where every faith must needs be tried and purified of
the last dregs of Doubt.

And Faith so purified and triumphant shall lead you to the boundaries of the eternally green summit and there deliver you into the hands of Understanding.

Having discharged its task, Faith shall retire, and Understanding shall guide your steps to the unutterable Freedom of the
Summit which is the true, the boundless, and all-including home of God and the Overcoming
Man.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Once Understanding is unveiled, then victory is won and Peace established in the heart for ever and anon. An understanding heart is ever at peace even amid a war-dazed world. An ignorant heart is a dual heart. A dual heart makes for a dual world. A dual world breeds constant strife and war. Whereas an understanding heart is a single heart. A single heart makes for a single world. A single world is a world at peace. For it takes two to make a war.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Look not into a passion’s mouth to see if it have fangs or honeyed mandibles. The bee that gathers up the nectar of the flowerers gathers their poison, too.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Go! Pray as you have been taught to pray. Pray anyway �� for anything. Go! Do all the things commanded you to do till you become self-taught and self-commanded, and till you learn to make each word a prayer, each deed a sacrifice. Go in peace. Mirdad must see that your morning meal be plentiful and sweet.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The Strange Story of a Monastery which was Once Called The Ark

“Because of their lust for authority men are in constant turmoil. Those in authority are ever fighting to maintain it. Those out of authority are ever struggling to snatch it from the hands of those who hold it. While Man, the God in swaddling-bands, is trampled under foot and hoof
and left on the field of battle unnoticed, unattended and unsolved. So furious is the fight, and so blood crazed the fighters that none, alas, would stop to lift the painted mask off the face of the spurious bride and expose her monstrous ugliness to all.
Believe, O monks, that no authority is worth the flutter of an eyelash, except the authority of Holy Understanding which is priceless. For that no sacrifice is great. Attain it once, and you
shall hold it to the end of Time. And it shall charge your words with more power than all the armies of the world can ever command; and it shall bless your deeds with more beneficence than all the world authorities combined can ever dream of bringing to the world.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Yours is a world of cradles turning into tombs, and tombs becoming cradles; of days devouring nights, and nights regurgitating days; of peace declaring war, and war suing for peace; of smiles afloat on tears, and tears aglow with smiles.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The Strange Story of a Monastery which was Once Called The Ark

“Less possessing �� less possessed. More possessing �� more possessed. More possessed �� less assessed. Less possessed �� more assessed.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“Be steady. Make ready. Keep your eyes, and ears, and tongues on fast so that your hearts may know that holy hunger which, once appeased, leaves you forever full. You”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The Strange Story of a Monastery which was Once Called The Ark

“أتريدون أن تحكموا الناس؟ إذنْ تعلّموا أوّلًا أن تحكموا نفوسكم.”
― Mikhail Naimy, ‫مرداد���

“In that, you take seven loaves of bread for a seven lives journey"
Should I take seven thousand then ?
"Not even one”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“لا، ولستم في حاجة إلى هياكل تصلّون فيها. فمن لم يجد هيكلًا في قلبه لن يجد قلبه في أيّ هيكل.”
― Mikhail Naimy, ‫مرداد���

“«قلّ ما أملكه / قلّ ما يملكني زاد ما أملكه / زاد ما يملكني قلّ ما يملكني / زاد قدري زاد ما يملكني / قلّ قدري ربّ يسر كان عسرًا / ربّ عسرٍ كان يُسرا”
― Mikhail Naimy, ‫مرداد���