When I Was The Stream...
When I was the stream, when I was the forest,
when I was still the field, when I was every hoof,
foot, fin, and wing, when I was the sky itself;
No one ever asked me did I have a purpose,
no one ever wondered was there
anything I might need . . .
for there was nothing I could not love.
It was when I left all we once were
that the agony began,
that the fear and questions came and I wept.
I wept tears I had never known before.
So I returned to the river.
I returned to the mountains.
I asked for their hand in marriage again. I begged—
I begged to wed every object and creature,
And when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms.
And He did not say,
"Where have you been?"
For then I knew my soul -every soul-
has always held
Him.
Meister Eckhart (1260-1328)
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