I have sensed you in the Garden
Where no one really goes,
But it was me who dared to wander about.
No no, I’m neither a soldier nor a king,
I am a child who is deprived of love.
I took the form of a miscellaneous bird,
And flew all over the place.
I saw the shapeless beauty of the unknown,
Diluting their essence in the air.
I echoed your name
So many times into the vast spaces—
Only to be returned by some
Beautiful and soulful senses.
I longed for your touch,
Your smell and sight
And eventually discovered that –
You were the Garden!
There were no flowers.
It was you who blossomed
And with some effortless afterthoughts,
I saw my own reflection.
I’m not a bird, I’m not a cloud
You were always the creator,
And I was always your seeker
This was the nature of our relationship
Yet I never understood it . . .