To Find Him
I tried to find him on the Christian cross,
but he was never there;
Through the temples… of the Hindus,
he wasn't anywhere
but he was never there;
Through the temples… of the Hindus,
he wasn't anywhere
The pagodas and cathedrals
and synagogues were bare
I tried to find him in the abbeys,
in the tabernacle's air
and synagogues were bare
I tried to find him in the abbeys,
in the tabernacle's air
I questioned all the scholars
and scoured all the shrines
Philosophers… I've found him
to be beyond their minds
and scoured all the shrines
Philosophers… I've found him
to be beyond their minds
I searched through holy mountains
and lowly valleys; but again,
no depth nor any city…
and lowly valleys; but again,
no depth nor any city…
He's not in the Vatican
nor the granite stones of Kaaba
or the Mithraism caves
He's not in the pyramids
nor the wraith of all its slaves
I searched throughout the world,
but should've known it from the start
I never saw him anywhere
until I looked into my heart
but should've known it from the start
I never saw him anywhere
until I looked into my heart
-a poetic reworking of the words and thoughts of Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
