Your Sight Embracing All
I sometimes watch the movement in an egg,
in a nest on a cliff no one has ever neared,
in a world that has not even been named.
The purity of all, its wonder, and your sight
embracing everything, how could that ever be?
Some kind of real omniscience?
You will never be able to work that extraordinary
piece of the puzzle into your ken
believing so strongly in - and even being such
an advocate at times...of right and wrong,
as you probably are.
I just learned that word, ken. It means "one's range of knowledge or sight". As in, "such determination is beyond my ken". I think many of the Sufi poets wrote for the world beyond our ken.
Rumi wrote: "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." This field is a world that has not even been named, it could be Heaven or it could just be a place where your heart is content. Actually, those may be one and the same.
Here is a poem by Rumi called "A Gathering of Lovers":
I sometimes watch the movement in an egg,
in a nest on a cliff no one has ever neared,
in a world that has not even been named.
The purity of all, its wonder, and your sight
embracing everything, how could that ever be?
Some kind of real omniscience?
You will never be able to work that extraordinary
piece of the puzzle into your ken
believing so strongly in - and even being such
an advocate at times...of right and wrong,
as you probably are.
I just learned that word, ken. It means "one's range of knowledge or sight". As in, "such determination is beyond my ken". I think many of the Sufi poets wrote for the world beyond our ken.
Rumi wrote: "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." This field is a world that has not even been named, it could be Heaven or it could just be a place where your heart is content. Actually, those may be one and the same.
Here is a poem by Rumi called "A Gathering of Lovers":
This is a gathering of Lovers.
In this gathering
there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant,
no special assembly,
no grand discourse,
no proper schooling required.
There is no master,
no disciple.
Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
To Love is to reach God.
What a beautiful thought!
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