‘If all men already knew my message, saw my smile
then there would be no need for me to speak; or to exist.
If all men already knew my message, saw my smile
then they would treat me like the grass; like the sand.
If all men already knew my message, saw my smile
I would be a noun bereft of any adjective
like grass; like sand.
If all men already knew My message, saw My smile
they would already be God.
If all men already knew My message, saw My smile
none of them, or all of them, would be poets.’
I Am glorious unity;
I Am glorious multiplicity;
Enjoy Me.
[for Ghada, with thanks..]
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I would like to translate this poem
Your contradictions tease, your words sing - your poetry rocks! Go Michael! love, Allie xxxxxxxxx