Refuting the mystical, metaphysical concept of the existence of individual, discrete selves (while bearing in a non existent mind, that there is no universally accepted theory as to what the word "existence" means)
Saturday, March 29, 2014
by St. John of the Cross
English version by Willis Barnstone How well I know that flowing spring in black of night.
The eternal fountain is unseen. How well I know where she has been in black of night.
I do not know her origin. None. Yet in her all things begin in black of night.
I know that nothing is so fair and earth and firmament drink there in black of night.
I know that none can wade inside to find her bright bottomless tide in black of night.
Her shining never has a blur; I know that all light comes from her in black of night.
I know her streams converge and swell and nourish people, skies and hell in black of night.
The stream whose birth is in this source I know has a gigantic force in black of night.
The stream from but these two proceeds yet neither one, I know, precedes in black of night.
The eternal fountain is unseen in living bread that gives us being in black of night.
She calls on all mankind to start to drink her water, though in dark, for black is night.
O living fountain that I crave, in bread of life I see her flame in black of night.
Ghent Altarpiece (detail), Jan van Eyck.
St. John of the Cross was a Spanish Christian mystic and poet of the 16th century.
The Eternal Fountain is an image of the Kundalini, the nourishing energy of the Holy Spirit, which John describes as the feminine aspect of the Divine.