To My Beloved I said
‘When I am away from you, O Beloved,
out in the market place of this world,
I remember that I have forgotten
one thing – but cannot remember
what it can be…’
My Beloved said
Is it yourself?
‘It is of myself, yet
it is not myself..’
‘Is it Myself? ’
‘It is of Yourself, yet
it is not Yourself..’
‘Then it must be that one thing
which is most precious to you:
that for which your life was bought in the market place
at the price of a great jewel,
which is your paradise;
that which you love beyond all else,
but have not yet found;
that for which your whole life
should be exchanged;
find that one thing without delay,
and you will have no more questions,
only the joy of working at the work
for which you were born..’
'That one thing for which your whole life should be exchanged.' At first the thought came to me that if we found that one thing, what would we have to live for, and then the answer was given me....'and you will have no more questions, only the joy of working at the work for which you were born.' Perfection either way, isn't it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dearly Beloved, the niggling voice that disturbs is answered as usual, simply and eloquently in this beautiful piece straight from that place... love, Allie xxxx