Christ's Like Narcissus From Mud Pond Concealed. Poem by Liza Sud

I want to hide from you, yes, hide,
and not because afraid or shy,
or playing game with earthly pride, -
but want to hide like ray of sun when not invited.
Just like the sanctity of God
from millions of dogs is hiding.

I want ot hide fron you while talk,
to be like wisdom keeping silence,
like a transparent saving ghost
who came to you but met your blindness.

Do you see sanctity of eyes?
how Christ the Sweetest comes inside you?
is giving Eucharist to mind? -
but you are interrupting SILENCE!

You are a pair-driven man
and family-orientated.
But I am - no! I'm not like that.
To me - my loneliness is sacred.

That's probably the main what's bad -
disturbing me and irritating,
Those useless talk which run like dust -
or nonsense twaddle as you praised it.

The likeness gives Communion, the uniting.
Christ's like narcissus from mud pond concealed.
today it's very well expressed by Michael Laitman,
Other Kabbalists hid, and only he - revealed!