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/ )

  • Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
    Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
    I do not know who I am,
    I am in astounding lucid confusion.
    I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
    And I am not even a Muslim.
    I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
    Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,
    Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
    My birthplace is placelessness,
    My sign to have and give no sign.
    You say you see my mouth, ears, yes, nose---they are not mine.
    I am the life of life.
    I am that cat, this stone, no one.
    I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
     I see and know all times and worlds,
    As one, one, always one.
    So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
    Admit it and change everything!
    This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.

    - Rumi