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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger.
This selection reminds me of Whitman's "Song of Myself."
What a wonderful, swirling, kaleidoscopic sense of the self as being all things until it ultimately resolves into a vision of non-dual reality. Nasimi gathers everything into his sense of self until he is beyond definition, beyond form. For Nasimi, all things are recognized as being within until all descriptions fail: "Explanations cannot compass me."
In reality, we are all like that -- too vast to be corralled into some safe, limited notion of what we are. Whatever you think you are, you are greater still, because the limited mind cannot conceive of something so limitless as your true being. In our deepest self, we are too big to be a 'thing', to big to be anything. Instead, there is something of all things in us all. Realizing this, we settle into a state of pure witnessing ("I am open eyes"), free from the doomed effort of endless self-definition.
Silent be! There is no tongue can compass me.
Time for me to take some good advice and be silent...
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