With every Thought I went
out of the World: there you were,
you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and –
you received us.
says that for us everything died,
that for us there the Eye broke?
Everything woke, all things began.
Vast, a Sun came swimming by, bright
a Soul and a Soul engaged, clear,
masterfully made a silence for it
a path ahead.
you opened your Lap, quiet
rose a Breath in the Aether,
and what became cloud, was it not,
was it not Form, and for us then,
was it not
as good as a Name?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem