Knowing

What is this Exquisite Presence,
Shining Radiant in The Heart,
This Dissolution of duality,
This Wellspring of Ecstasy,
This Fullness and Completion,
In which time, space, and myself,
Dissolve in Formless Rapture?

I don’t know.

Is it not “Consciousness”?

I don’t know.

Is it not “God”?

I don’t know.

Is it not the “Soul”?

I don’t know.

Is it not the “Atman”?

I don’t know.

Is it not “Emptiness”?

I don’t know.

I have only the Experience,
For which there are no words,
Around which no concepts are wrapped,
Of which there is no image,
Within which the knower,
Is rendered mindless.

From Attar:
“I know nothing.
I understand nothing.
I am unaware of myself.
I am in Love,
But with whom, I do not know.”

From Rumi:
“I do not know who I am.
I am in astounded, lucid confusion.”

Amen.

 

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