Regarding the mystery
This language which I do not speak,
lately comes to me by way
of the great mystery no one comprehends
and so I remain silent mostly – better not
to understand, nor speak, this wisdom
than the human, understandable points
held forth daily, apparently far from any truth –
the constant parroting of love and mercy,
courage and virtue without the least authenticity
or reality behind the uttered words.
So perhaps better mere silence, refraining
from complicity, regarding the mystery
and its tenacious beauty, so terrible
and unimaginable – this Word, this God
unutterable on every human tongue,
this purported Oneness,
this homecoming along the inexhaustible,
unfathomable, inexpressible Way.
O child of God, you regret your silence
and then you regret your speech.
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