A mystic is someone for whom there is no separation between the ineffable and the mundane... Rosamonde Ikshvaku Miller was beautiful, brilliant with an immeasurable IQ, fluent in 8 languages, with the most compassionate, loving heart imaginable. Her life from the earliest childhood was one of overlapping mystical experience and everyday reality without any conflict between them. She called herself an “urban mystic”—one who lives the life of a mystic while simultaneously living in the midst of the chaos, noise, and distraction of the modern urban world. This book is a collection of her wisdom, her “musings”—bits and pieces taken from different writings or talks she gave over the years, like contemplations or reflections, but deeper and more profound. They are not teachings, nor dogma of any type. There is nothing in them to believe or not believe. They are no more than fingers pointing to the stars. If they touch you in some way, if something stirs within you, it is not that something is being imparted to you but merely a part of you waking up to something already within you, something you had forgotten. —adapted from the Foreword by David Miller