During the Solstice Seminar this Sunday we gave each other some beautiful poetry. And a beautiful song was performed. One of the poems I would like to share with you. It is from Meister Eckhart, a brother in light of us (lived in 1200 AD)
Meister Eckhart The Grain Of Mustard Seed When all began (beyond mind's span) the Word aye is Oh what bliss When source at first gave birth to source! Oh Father's heart from which did start that same Word: yet 'tis averred, the Word's still kept in womb perforce. From both doth flow a loving glow: in double troth known to both comes forth from them the Holy Ghost, of equal state inseparate The three are one: who grasps it? None! Itself it knows itself the most. The threefold clasp we cannot grasp, the circle's span no mind can scan: for here's a mystery fathomless. Check and mate, time, form, estate! The wondrous ring holds everything, its central point stands motionless. The peak sublime deedless climb if thou art wise! Thy way then lies through desert very strange to see, so deep, so wide, no bound's descried. This desert's bare of Then or There in modeless singularity. This desert place no foot did pace, no creature mind ingress can find. It is, yet truly none knows what. 'Tis there, 'tis here, 'tis far, 'tis near, 'tis high, 'tis low, yet all we know is: This it's not and That it's not. It's clear, it's bright, it's dark as night; no name or s1gn can it define, beginningless, of ceasing free. Immobile, bare, 'tis flowing there. Where it may dwell, whoso can tell, should teach us what its form may be. As a child become, both blind and dumb. Thy own self's aught must turn to naught. Both aught and naught thou must reject, without a trace of image, time, or space. Go quite astray the pathless way, Introduction to Part One the desert thou mayst then detect. My soul within, come out, God in! Sink all my aught in God's own naught, sink down in bottomless abyss. Should I flee thee, thou wilt come to me; when self is done, then Thou art won, thou transcendental highest bliss!
THE POEM READ TO YOU
The grain of the Mustard seed, Meister eckhart
Read by Wim H.