This post is in response to Come back.
I heard it before that He was closer to me, closer than my jugular vein.
But up until this point in my life, I never really understood what that meant.
Hey dervish, hey madman, hey cleric, come back, come tell me more.
That which is most real is nearer than your jugular vein.
You’ve shot the arrow of thought far afield.
Despite all your bows and arrows,
the target is near, but you have shot too far.
The farther one shoots,
the farther one is from the treasure.
The philosopher just about killed himself with thinking-
let him run on vain,
for he has turned his back to the treasure.
Let him run on: the more he runs, the farther he goes
away from the object of his heart’s desire.
That Divine Being said, “…those who have striven in Us.” [Surah Al-Hajj 22;78, Surah Al-Ma’idah 5;35]
not, “…those who have striven away from Us,” O restless one.
Translations by Kabir and Camille Helminski