I can see your eyes fixed
on me, so much distance
between us have we crossed.
When we finally close the gap,
there is no need for words: you pour
the pieces into my cupped hands.
Your voice I hear within me:
'Puzzle a picture out of these pieces,
tease the truth from this turmoil.'
It is what was born to hear.
It's as if I must choose a book
at random from a great bookcase,
and it's the right book that I take!
I know the remaining tasks
will test me to my limits. Such is Fate.
Still the next time we meet,
in a season yet to be determined,
we will be the reality of blessed souls.
To me this poem presents a glimpse of that mysterious world where by grace of higher spirit one feels a closeness and intimacy to its presence. It is a most beautiful feeling may be a little mystical to enjoy moments of unity in silence with your loved one either in this world or in higher realms. Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
In many relationships, we are given some or most of the pieces of a puzzle, and for our benefit and the other's, try to work out the puzzle. Seldom do all the pieces fit, but a person emerges.
How do piece together what's broken? How do we live with what we have chosen? Is it fate? Thought-provoking poem! Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two lovers staying apart and their lives and thoughts are like broken pieces of a jigsaw puzzle! If Fate chances, they could be assembled neatly! But it is as difficult as choosing the right book randomly from a big stack of books! However one day in future, they are likely to meet together as blessed souls, may be in another life! A poem... rather metaphysical in spirit! Enjoyed!