Contradictions

Sound of the Silent Mystics

Oh mind, let me in—
Into the deep, dark, din
Of my Oblivion--
Into the sound of the silent mystics.

Conceal me in its depths
That I might no more be left
The vain shapes my eyes beget

Or the faces I used to dream of.
Let me find no more truth in love—
In unions fated from above—
But in the sound of the silent mystics.

Let me think no more on where I’ve been
Now—now that I am comfortably within
The deep dark din of my Oblivion.




In mystical literature such self-contradictory phrases as 'dazzling obscurity,' 'whispering silence,' 'teeming desert,' are continually met with. They prove that not conceptual speech, but music rather, is the element through which we are best spoken to by mystical truth.
William James (The varieties of religious experience)

Do I sound contradictory? I am much, I am many, I contain multitudes.
Walt Whitman