andrewharvey_homeAndrew Harvey was born in South India where he lived until the age of nine, a period he credits with shaping his vision of the inner unity of all religions. He left India to attend private school in England, and entered Oxford University in 1970 to study history on a scholarship. At the age of 21, he became the youngest person ever to be awarded the Fellow of All Souls College, England’s highest academic honor.

In 1977, Harvey became disillusioned with life at Oxford and returned to India to begin his spiritual search. He has since lived in London, Paris, New York, and San Francisco, and has continued to study a variety of religions, including Hinduism, Buddhism, and Christianity. Harvey has written and edited over 30 books. Honors he has received include the Benjamin Franklin Award and the Mind Body Spirit Award (both for Mary’s Vineyard: Daily Readings, Meditations, and Revelations – photographs by Eryk Hanut), and the Christmas Humphries Award for A Journey In Ladakh.

Among Harvey’s other well-known titles are: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, edited with Patrick Gaffney and Sogyal Rinpoch; Dialogues with a Modern Mystic; The Way of Passion : A Celebration of Rumi; Hidden Journey; The Essential Gay Mystics; and Son of Man.

He has written for publications such as The New York Times Book Review, Yoga Journal, Body Mind Spirit, Common Boundary, and Quest. He has taught at Oxford, Cornell and Hobart and William Smith College, and was the subject of the 1993 BBC documentary “The Making of a Mystic.”

( …from http://www.andrewharvey.net/ )

  • It is the day of great, great joy.
    Let us all now, become friends.
    Let us join our hands.  Let us go to the Friend.
    We are all one, we are not two of one color and hue.
    Let us dance, let us go to the market, dancing.
    The beautiful friends now are starting to dance,
    So let's close the shop and dance, idle and free,
    Today is the day that the souls put on the robe of his grace,
    To mystery's side, to the side of mystery,
    We go dancing as God's guests.
    Al the gods and goddesses have pitched their tents in the garden
    And to see them, now we go to the rose garden

    - Rumi