Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi
Listen, O Dearly Beloved - Poem by Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi
Listen, O dearly beloved!
I am the reality of the world,
the centre of the circumference,
I am the parts and the whole.
I am the will established
between Heaven and Earth,
I have created perception in you
only in order to be the
object of my perception.
If then you perceive me,
you perceive yourself.
But you cannot perceive me
It is through my eyes
that you see me and see yourself,
Through your eyes you cannot see me.
I have called you so often
and you have not heard me
I have shown myself to you so often
and you have not
I have made myself fragrance so often,
and you have not smelled me.
and you have not tasted me.
Why can you not reach me
through the object you touch
Or breathe me through sweet perfumes?
Why do you not see me?
Why do you not hear me?
Why? Why? Why?
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