I am so close,
I may look distant,
So completely mixed with you,
I may look separate,
So out in the open,
I appear hidden,
So silent,
Because I am constantly talking with you.
You are not a drop in the ocean,
You are the entire ocean in a drop.
In your light,
I learn how to love.
In your beauty,
How to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do,
And that sight becomes this art.
Just a flicker for a moment,
The disguise mouth is kind,
Its song will never hurt you,
For I sing those words.
The prophets accept all agony and trust it,
For the water has never fared a fire.
Someone who does not run from the allure of love,
Walks a road where nothing lives,
But this dove here senses the hawk floating above and waits,
And will not be driven or scared to safety.
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
Not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
They are in each other all along.
Silence is the language of God,
All else is poor translation.
There are all of us moments when one feels empty and estranged.
Such moments are the most desirable,
For it means the soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places.
This is detachment,
When the old is over and the new has not yet come.
God has created your wings not to be dormant,
As long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you are alive.
Don't wait any longer,
Dive into the ocean.
Leave and let the sea be you.
Seek the wisdom that will entail your not,
Seek the path that demands your whole being.
Do not feel lonely,
The entire universe is inside you.
Everything in the universe is within you,
Ask all from yourself.
Silence is the language of God,
All else is poor translation.
Don't be satisfied with stories,
How things have gone without us,
Unfold your own myth.
Raise your words,
Not voice.
It is the rain that grows flowers,
Not thunder.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground,
There are a thousand ways to go home again.
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
Not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
They are in each other all along.
Silence is the language of God,
All else is poor translation.
Silence is the language of God,
All else is poor translation.
Silence is the language of God,
All else is poor translation.
Silence is the language of God,
All else is poor translation.
