if you want to know
the Unknowable start by
throwing out the absolute
and the relative and
and should you be blessed
with the capacity to survive
of your o-so-precious
into roaring silence
then you’ll know that Knowingness as
“the unborn flower of nothing”
and you’ll be its own soft echo
as it sings its eternal song
Who would dare to go nameless in so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth, only the nameless are at home in it.
They bear with them in the center of nowhere the unborn flower of nothing:
This is the paradise tree.
It must remain unseen until words end
and arguments are silent.
– Thomas Merton
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year. May your life blossom on the paradise tree, fulfilled and at peace in every way. You are so loved!
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15 thoughts on “the unborn flower of nothing”
beautiful, comforting and I am home words Thank you, Miriam!
Thank you for leaving such an appreciative comment Di – I am happy it landed safely; for some weird reason “likes” aren’t appearing today … even though WP has notified me of them!
I wish you and your dear ones a wondrous 2014. xx
of your o-so-precious
That is so beautiful!
It scribbled itself down; I can’t take any credit for it, but I sure can relate … 🙂
much love to you, sister -laughing at the silliness of wishing you a happy new year, but you know what I mean, don’t you:)
I know what you mean dear Leelah – I feel it in your love. I wish you the blessings and Grace of “The Paradise Tree” for 2014 and always! xx
Is The Paradise Tree a poem?
It would be a wonderful title for a poem Leelah, but in this instance I borrowed “The Paradise Tree” from the quote from Thomas Merton at the bottom of my post.
words veil — most of the time. Occasionally they unveil; then they disappear, leaving only the Knower.
(Miriam prefers ‘knowingness’)
Indeed she does dear Alberto! It’s not a frivolous preference; she can’t find anything objective or separate, not even a Knower or a Witness – except poetically-speaking of course. Where would we be without poetry’s license to lie?
Bowing, as always…
Happy New Year.
Thank you Dan.
Happy New Year to you and your family too.
Ah Forgetting words from one minute to the other…
and one big smile – a misreading:
Where would we be without poetry’s license to lie?
Bowling, as always…
Lovely ! Thanks Miriam