Anyone who’s not read the works of St. John of the Cross has such a treat in store for them. He makes all spiritual mysteries plain. Here he expresses the one hunger, the one attachment, the one commitment that will not harm us: the hunger for God as embodied in enlightenment: “something I don’t know that one may come on randomly.”
For all the beauty there may be
Ill never throw away my soul;
only for something I dont know
that one may come on randomly.
In savoring a finite joy
the very most one can expect
is to enfeeble and destroy our taste,
leaving the palate wrecked;
for all the sweetness there may be
Ill never throw away my soul;
only for something I dont know
that one may come on randomly.
A generous heart will never care
to go part way;
it wont be cowed
if there is passage anywhere,
but set out on the hardest road;
nothing can cause it misery,
and with faith soaring like a cloud
it feeds on something I dont know
that one may come on randomly.
One who suffers the pains of love
from contact with the holy being
will find himself abandoning old tastes
and killing remnants of all taste-
like one who feverishly rejects the food he sees,
although he longs for something I dont know
that he may come on randomly.
Dont be surprised by all of this,
and let your taste remain as dead
for it will lead you to a bed of evil
far from any bliss;
For every living being is seen to be
relentlessly alone
and feeds on something I dont know
that he may come on randomly.
And once the will has felt
the mark of the divinity,
it cannot be repaid by any man;
only the Lord can heal the dark;
His beauty is of such degree
as to be seen through faith alone,
tasted in something I dont know
that one may come on randomly·
With such a lover as the Lord
tell me if you will be in pain,
for His love is devoid of taste
among the things made in this world.
Without a foothold you must seek Him out-
no face nor form, alone -
tasting there something I dont know
that one may come on randomly.
And dont look to your inner eye
(though of a vastly greater worth)
to find among the joys of earth
happiness and ecstasy;
more than all beauty there may be
or may have been or can be now,
one feeds on something I dont know
that one may come on randomly·
Whoever cares to do his best
should look for what may still be gained,
not what already is obtained,
and he will see the higher crest.
And so to reach the utmost peak
I always shall be moved
to go largely to something I dont know
that one may come on randomly.
On earth you never must rely
on what the senses understand
or all the knowledge you command,
although it rises very high.
No grace nor beauty there may be
will make me throw away my soul;
only for something I dont know
that one may come on randomly. (1)
Footnotes
(1) St. John of the Cross, Barnstone, Willis, trans., The Poems of Saint John of the Cross. New York: New Directions, 1972; c1968, 85-9.
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