FWD WHEN I WAS THE FOREST

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WHEN I WAS THE FOREST

 

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, the fear and questions came,

and I wept, I wept. And 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.

 

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[Guest guest]

For anyone who is curious, the author of the poem below is Meister Eckhart.

Jaya Guru Datta,

Mahesh

 

 

JAIGURUDATTA [JAIGURUDATTA] On

Behalf Of Sharada Carmen

Thursday, June 29, 2006 10:39 AM

jaigurudatta

FWD WHEN I WAS THE FOREST

 

 

WHEN I WAS THE FOREST

 

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, the fear and

questions came, and I wept, I wept. And 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.

 

forwarded from Convent Wisdom Circle member