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Meister Eckhart – Grain of the Mustard Seed

Mustard Seed by Meister Eckhart


In the Beginning

High above understanding

Is ever the Word.

O rich treasure,

There the Beginning always bore the Beginning.

O Father’s Breast,

From thy delight

The Word ever flows!

Yet the bosom

Retains the Word, truly.



From the two as one source,

The fire of love.

The bond of both,

Known to both,

Flows the All-Sweet Spirit



The Three are One.

Do you understand why? No.

It best understands itself.



The bond of three

Causes deep fear.

Of this circle

There is no understanding.

Here is a depth without ground.

Check and mate

To time, forms, place!

The wondrous circle

Is the Principle,

Its point never moves.



The mountain of this point

Ascend without activity.

O intellect!

The road leads you

Into a marvelous desert,

So broad, so wide,

It stretches out immeasurably.

The desert has,

Neither time nor place,

Its mode of being is singular.



The good desert

No foot disturbs it,

Created being

Never enters there:

It is, and no one knows why.


It is here, it is there,

It is far, it is near,

It is deep, it is high,

It is in such a way

That it is neither this nor that.



It is light, it is clear,

It is totally dark,

It is unnamed,

It is unknown,

Free of beginning or end.

It stands still,

Pure, unclothed.

Who knows its dwelling?

Let him come forth

And tells us what sort it is.



Become like a child,

Become deaf, become blind.

Your own something

Must become nothing;

Drive away all something, all nothing!

Leave place, leave time,

Avoid even image!

Go without a way

On the narrow path,

Then you will find the desert’s track.



O my soul,

Go out, let God in!

Sink all my something

In God’s nothing.

Sink in the bottomless flood!

If I flee from You,

You come to me.

If I lose myself,

Then I find You,

O Goodness above being!