He stopped me in nearness, and said to me: Nothing is further away from me than any other thing Nor is anything nearer to me Except inasmuch as I place it In nearness or farness. Then he told me: Farness is known by nearness And nearness through ecstasy! Then he told me: The lowest rung on the scale of knowing nearness Is that in all things You glimpse some trace of my gaze. ...Then he told me: My farness is something you don’t know My nearness is something you don’t know Just as you don’t know my real attributes For what they really are. And I am both near and far away, According to a nearness that is farness too And a farness that is nearness. Then he told me: The nearness you know is farness, The farness you know is distance But I am both near and far away, for me there is no distance. Then he told me: You find me, but don’t really find me, That’s what farness is.You describe me Without apprehending me from the description That’s what farness is. Then he told me: You see yourself Yet I’m nearer to you than your own vision of yourself That’s what farness really is.