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my translation of mystic poet Juan de la Cruz

I came to a place

Inever knew

But where not knowing

Was knowing true.

An unknown place

Where blind I stood

Yet all being strange

All things understood,

How I cannot say,

But where not knowing

Was knowing true.

A place of bliss

And perfect faith

And deepest knowledge

Of the narrow way,

So passing strange

No word can be true

To what I knew.

So bathed in light

And strange delight

I left my senses,

Flew from my life

As my spirit soared

In that knowing true

What no knowledge knew.

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Published: Feb 10, 2010
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