Some days the given formulas simply do not work.
Some days the old definitions no longer satisfy.
Some days I stuggle to find an answer.
And then a pearl will come along
that radiates a different light, an altered beauty
and I pause.
The pearl I found was this poem by Daniel Ladinsky, interpreting Rabia.
Since no one really knows anything about God,
those who think they do are just
May grace drench you as you rest in the joy of not knowing.