When I Was the Forest
Reading at Koloa 06/29/09
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.
—Meister Eckhart
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