Cloud of Unknowing

Cloud of Unknowing

 

(1)

Clouds of unknowing, scent of half passed Spring,

dance your last dance into my soul! stars flow

above the uncertain sky where you watch over

me during the night. You call this： love.

 

(2)

Hard labor, incessant worry, I wish to see

the intent of the day, the power of present:

a sort of life vain in nature. How would you

rescue me from all these diverse necessities?

 

(3)

Lying in the dark, your voice comes and goes,

the radiator of pure light by which I have

been sustained so far. Lo, Living water!

I am never skilful at being comforted.

 

2005-1-17