Det nalkas från ett sus nånstans'
ett härligt försonande ljud
En berusande dans, och jag blir som i trans
när gnistorna bränner min hud
Det stänker från en helig gral
som djupast i själarna bor
En hel ocean, livets dryck, en koran
och en suck ifrån världarnas jag
Men säg vad du heter
viskade jaget vi inte kan se
Drycken är guden som leker
och vi är den bäcken som blev
En skön och trasig livsmonad
en glimt av din heliga stad
Den breder sig ut, alla gränser dör ut
och vi andas dig i alla blad
I kvinna som hos varje man
i träden och vid varje sten
En ljusglimt det var, fast flyktig och sval
En kvarstod av ljuset från gral
Men säg vad du heter
viskade jaget vi inte kan se
Drycken är guden som leker
och vi är den bäcken som blev
I love with a love that loves itself
Your Names are my glowing fluorescence
I breathe of a dust where our nature is formed
A mirror reflecting the Essence
My eye has been gifted with hints of your likeness
The other can only know difference
A flower that sings of the Oneness in Being
An ocean that speaks of your presence
Friendship and nourishment we find in each other
But who’s gonna know any difference?
Tears well up in longing for you
But you are the very pupil of the eye
An offering made with our self and our soul
A hint of the taste and the scent of our goal
The will of a treasure to love and be known
A mercy that gives of existence
I dream of a dream where the “You” and the “I”
are as real and apparent as earth and the sky
But daylight reveals in a glimmer of truth
A oneness behind the illusion
Beloved and lover are soaring above
A vision that’s telling the story of love
The heart is an ocean without any shore
That cures our bewildered confusion
Totality placed in the depths of its ground
(and) we wouldn’t be able to make out a sound
The saints and the masters who show us the way
Can only point to the fusion
Nature inhaling the life of the Spirit
A breath of the Merciful, holiest Limit
A world can be heard in the speech of the birds
Appearance renewed every instant
The letters of David are written apart
A way for the king to revel in art
The love that is turned into serving the slave
(is) a pool that is never exhausted
When anger and pain are one and the same
The patience of Job is keeping me sane
We suffer but never we turn from our grief
And the punishment harbors inherent relief
Being extends to the good and the bad
Reality makes only lovers go mad
We worship ourselves through the god we create
The intellect will limit and then separate
Allow the disclosure of every belief
Adjust to the color of water
You qualify, try to hold on to the air
but being is really much broader
Where every motion’s the motion of love
and Moses could speak with the fire thereof
A scent of the goodness and glimmering eyes
What never began, and never dies
The beauty of women and sweetest perfume
A wine that is worthy of drinking
I love with a love that loves itself
and my island of selfhood is sinking.