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| From Ramadan |
Hoping is needed for coping.
Much of what we observe reveals a progression,
From what was concealed to its opening expression.
In this world, or in a dream’s reality,
I told a friend, or a friend told me,
“If there is a lock, then there must be a key.”
When at dusk the owl of Minerva flew,
It called out its dhikr of “Hu, hu, hu!”
Now tell me what you are going to do
When you find your way blocked from any breakthrough?
If something is finite, a philosopher said,
then if only you would just use your head,
you would know where beyond it the road always has led,
just as there must have been a loaf, if there’s a piece of bread,
and if there is a scrap, from a greater it was shred.
A sophomore will complain that this logic fails;
it provides no cure to the mind that ails.
His refutation takes sharp aim and then assails
the demonstration of a hammer from a box of nails.
Science without teleology prevails,
no matter how complex one observes details.
To this, I will protest, if I may,
that the point was never to force my way
until a flag of surrender was put on display,
but only to suggest we might reasonably say
that the hole in the lock is just as plain as day,
and for what lacks in one’s heart, it might at least pay
to seek where it leads as we bow down and pray.
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