Extracts from a poem by the 13th-century Sufi poet Yunus Emre:
God permeates the whole wide world,
Yet his truth is revealed to none.
You better seek Him in yourself,
You and He aren’t apart – you’re one.
Mystic is what they call me.
Hate is my only enemy;
I harbour a grudge against none.
To me the whole wide world is one.
Written 7 November 1987, posted now as follow-up to ‘God is a shout in the street’ discussion with Cymbeline.
What is my idea of God? Necessarily and rightly vague. Life, energy. The generating, underlying. The sum of all fragments. I must continue to follow an independent course of openness.
An inkling in the park today, watching a duck fly over the water, of what I’m not sure. Of everything being in the instant. The energy of that duck. The duck does not have a philosophy. An inking that everything is ‘just’ energy, coagulating in you and me. And that energy should be allowed to flow, should not be wasted in concrete constructions. ‘I don’t know’ is often my philosophy. Continue reading