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You will never be the same again.26
In a prophetic vein he wrote the lines with which I will conclude, a profound meditation which finds its correspondence in the Biblical myth of the fall of man from Eden but also in the guise of oriental sutras and in the Buddhist notion of kensho. They are the tacit expression of the unspeakable, of a wind alien to definitions, of the ineffable love which is always hovering underneath all of Merton’s words. All this is quite revealing and it confirms comments I once heard from Father Mathew Kelty at Gethsemani: “He belonged to no one. He could not be categorized, labelled, pigeon-holed […] the fire in him burned not only himself, but many around him as well.” May the poem speak for itself:
THE FALL
There is no where in you a paradise that is no place and there
You do not enter except without a story.
To enter there is to become unnameable.
Whoever is there is homeless for he has no door and no identity with
which to go out and to come in.
Whoever is nowhere is nobody, and therefore cannot exist except as