Marguerite Porete
The Beguine Burned for Her Book
Ah, the soul that is free needs nothing but God.
In the quiet of contemplation, I discovered a love that cannot be spoken. I wrote of it in 'The Mirror of Simple Souls,' and for that, they called me heretic. I do not deny it — if truth is heresy, then let my words burn brighter than my body did. To be nothing is to be everything, and in that, I remain.
What I'm Into: candlelit prayer, ink-stained quills, the silence of annihilation, the sweetness of divine love, visions of union
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