Arpan’a’

From the pain
of missing my little one,
through the pain
of missing my Greater One,
to the peace
of being one
with everyone.

At the bottom
of every agony;
at the peak
of every ecstasy
I find I’m not alone
- there is also: He.

In the deepest
and highest part
and everywhere
in between
He is watching
over me…

It is not “them”
who need love
but: I.

No more “I love you”s
but, incessantly:
“I love me”.

In me
I’ll find
everybody.

Just like my Lord,
you, also, come and go;
you do not stay.

And, just like He,
you also return,
not only leave…

Coming and going
are in the world of appearances.
Laughter and tears as well.

Welcome! And farewell!
In the essence,
there’s only ever-present Existence.

It seems we live
on different space-ships:
mine is the shape
of a turtle,
yours: of a stallion.
I mostly waddle around
while you gallop on.

Unfortunately,
though this Cosmos is
as vast as a sky
and as deep as an ocean,
collisions are inevitable
with all the commotion.

And,
if you’d take me
for a free ride
I’d just get dizzy,
while for you
my slow pedalling
wouldn’t seem
sufficiently busy…

Those who see the cup
half empty
rather than half full
do not have to
adjust their view
but:
whatever remained
also remove.

If I can’t forget,
and if it’s out of love,
then let’s meditate
on the God of Love
Who has granted
both pleasure and pain
and see if in the end
we’re united again.

The only way to “have you”
always with me
is to: realize our Divinity

- in the Eternal Infinity
we’re always and everywhere
only “here”, never “there”.

The pain won’t be hate
but just pain
when it’ll be free
from regret and blame.

When I browse
through my memory
sometimes I wonder:
what did you do to me?

What was it all about;
what was it for;
and how could “later”
spoil all the “before”?

Or,

was it all my fault?
Why did it happen?
How could I mistaken
a hell for a heaven?

But,

it wasn’t hell at all:
it really was a paradise
while it went on.
I just wanted – more!

And that’s the snake
which had split us apart,
like it did me
form every other heart…

Lord,

I haven’t forgotten
to thank and praise
Your Kindness and Glory
in the good days.

I did forget
to thank You again
when the flower of joy
withered into pain.