Listen, O dearly beloved!
I am the reality of the world,
the centre of the circumference,
I am the parts and the whole.
I am the will established
between Heaven and Earth,
I have created perception in you
only in order to be the
object of my perception.
If then you perceive me,
you perceive yourself.
But you cannot perceive me
through yourself,
It is through my eyes
that you see me and see yourself,
Through your eyes you cannot see me.
Dearly beloved!
I have called you so often
and you have not heard me
I have shown myself to you so often
and you have not
seen me.
I have made myself fragrance so often,
and you have not smelled me.
Savorous food,
and you have not tasted me.
Why can you not reach me
through the object you touch
Or breathe me through sweet perfumes?
Why do you not see me?
Why do you not hear me?
Why? Why? Why?
Shall I Tell You Our Secret
Shall I tell you our secret?
We are charming thieves who steal hearts
and never fail because we are
the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over
we aim straight at the heart.
If the mind tries to sneak in and take over
we will string it up without delay.
We turn poison into medicine
and our sorrows into blessings.
All that was familiar,
our loved ones and ourselves,
we had to leave behind.
Blessed is the poem that comes through me
but not of me because the sound of my own music
will drown the song of Love.