The dreamer of love

 

I bear no concrete illusion

of being separated from the surroundings,

Yes, it exists,

but just like a passing cloud,--

a wispy shadow

scattering feeble fencing now and then,

which temporarily

shuts me off in my ego chamber,

But soon the clouds of ego pass,

The sun of unity shines

casting away all separating shadows,

That’s when I feel like

I can fly without wings

and share my ‘being’ with the birds,

That’s when I can flow

with the fluid essence of streams;

can kiss the sky with lofty mountain peaks;

can rest like a turquoise calm lake;

can spread myself to infinity with stars,

And when I’m such,

I can easily meet you in dreams

and whisper solace and succor in your ears

on lonely nights

when you fall asleep with a sad heart,

My words will get a smile on your lips,

And I’ll watch it as my own smile.