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Voice of the Desert Father (from "The Desert Father") | |
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You have come to me on your knees, a seeker of wisdom, and that is good. But understand: it is all the same to me. You wish to know what truth lies beyond your comfortable envelope of flesh, but are you ready to lie down with that truth in some cold, hard place forever? It is all the same to me. Do you understand? Before the sun sets I can take away all that you hold dear: your pride will be first, then your mind will flow out; your bones will stay here, hard and sharp, among the hard and sharp things that have come here before. It is all the same to me. Do you understand? It does not matter whether you cling to life or swim the river of time. Who you think you are means nothing here. My own impossible pinnacles and spires will fall to dust tomorrow. But here every instant is miraculous in an instant. Pay attention. It is good you have come on your knees. But do you understand? It is all the same to me. |
| Editor's comment: "The Voice of the Desert Father" is part of a longer poem, "The Desert Father," in which the persona enters a desert landscape, seeking enlightenment. The Father's hard words are what greet him there. |