I look at “my life” And I see rivers, Crevasses, abysses, walls, Summits and stones. I walk along this path, Wandering like a sleepwalker, Toward a elsewhere and a tomorrow That everyone longs for, But that will never be mine. And I stand here, watching, A spectator of an invented scene, A tumultuous scenario, perfectly orchestrated. The wind freezes my face, But I keep looking ahead. I turn back without hesitation On this story that I have made. And I tell myself… That all I ever sought was Your Love, Believing it lost forever… God, I was searching for You EVERYWHERE, You are so deeply missed within my “Being.” Through every pair of eyes Of each person I met, Through myself, through them… All I ever did was search for You. Your Love is beyond all value to me, And I know it is up to ME To open my eyes to the sand And the dust left there… So that You may cleanse, With Your radiant Divine breath, All this debris upon my cornea That I felt so painfully. I believed in the illusion of things— In birth and in death, In money, in personal love. From this, today, I rest. I take out of my bag these “treasures” That I could not abandon. I look at them, laid out on the ground, And I tell myself they are nothing But a heap of heavy, foolish things Compared to the Love that is Yours. I laugh at having once believed That I could replace You. Today… I realize Your Love And that I had always denied it… The world, people, and objects, Stories of drama or joy, Are only pale reflections Of a dream that never ends. I slept within a dark dream, Clinging to my every step, In which I suffered wounds… Caused by someone other than myself. This is the supreme imposture, Lies and other plagiarisms… God, I want to awaken! I want to return home, To feel that we are but ONE… And that nothing else has meaning.
