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The true person is
Not anyone in particular;
But, like the deep blue color
Of the limitless sky,
It is everyone,
everywhere in the world.—DogenJapan, 13th cent
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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
Daniel Ladinsky version
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It is a lie, any talk of God that does not comfort you.
—Meister Ekhart
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