Sunday, November 30, 2008

another poem

Two more poems. These are from Meister Eckhart (1260-1328).
It is a lie - any talk of God that does not comfort you.
Having lunch in a field one day,
I troubled an ant with some questions.
I asked of him humbly,
"Have you ever been to Paris?"
And he replied, "No, but I wouldn't mind going."
And then asked me if I had ever been to a famous ant city.
And I regretted that I hadn't, and was quick to add,
"I wouldn't mind, too!"
This led to a conclusion: there is life that we do not know of.
How aware are we of all consciousness
in this universe?
What percent of space is this earth in the infinite realm?
What percent of time is one second
in eternity?
Less than that is our knowledge of God
How then can we ever argue about Him?

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