I will create you,
I shall name you;
I will show you happiness; then
I shall show you sorrow;
I will show you sorrow; then
I shall show you happiness;
and in the one, you shall know
the more about the other;
I will show you rest; and
I shall show you restlessness;
and in experiencing one,
you shall know more of the other;
I will show you all that is old; and
I shall surprise you with all that seems new;
I will show you the Unchanging and Eternal, and
I shall show you the changing and the impermanent;
and when you have tasted both of these
you will know more of Me;
I will have you taste the One;
I shall have you taste the many;
and when you have tasted both of these
you shall know more of Me;
I shall show you every opposite that you or I can name,
for I am, all opposites;
and when you have known all opposites
you will know Me beyond all opposites;
I will show you love, and
I shall show you lack of love;
and knowing these, you will become
all the more the loving; and
although you will forget my love for you,
I shall never cease to love myself in you; and
although you will deny your love for Me, or that I exist,
I shall never cease to love myself in you;
but as lovers do, I shall tease you; for
so lovers show each other their true heart;
and so, you will know, as lovers do,
that you are Me and I am you;
I will show to you My smile of love;
I shall speak to you My love’s message.
And if you ask more of Me than all these,
I will show you glory upon glory;
and if you ask yet more of Me than this,
I shall brush you with an angel’s wing
and pour out the honey of my love for you
and show you, dazzled by the world, how you are yet Myself.
Scarlett, I've removed the last part. But I must affirm that the same Beloved who gave us reality and illusion, and laughter to blow away illusion, loves the present more than the past or future... and loves to share a joke - even about Poemhunter, where we can speak of the Beloved in public. - Now there's a thing! Michael.
Michael, I was reading along, and thinking that this sounded like one of the love songs in Songs of Soloman, some of the most tender, caring, and truthful expressions of love I have read lately. I must admit, however, that I did not care for the PH reference on the end, for the pure and simple reason that it burst the bubble of the purity of the poem before it. Modern life intruding on the old fashioned love song? ? Anyhow, I loved the first part.
A dazzling poem of clear insight and love and love and love, thank you Michael.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is sublime poetry. Truth perfectly penned and with a gently teasing spirit that makes it recognizable and accessible; rather than out of reach. With your permission, I would like to read this in next week's Yoga class. love, Allie xxxx