A moment fell before my eyes—
“Have you found what you were looking for?” –
sung in a fluty voice –
of a love that made me traveled
through clothes, fleshes, and hearts.
For love whose images I painted mindlessly
on every empty space.
About love, elaborated in books –
scriptures, philosophies;
holy, unholy.
It enlarged before my eyes –
dulling the present.
Or, perhaps, becoming one with it.
“Remember those voices you heard once–
releasing from fleshes of those who you thought you loved;
they loved you, you thought—
music, you thought at once,
then changed your mind.”
the moment said –
“Caught in “me” were you with the other,
listening to the whispers of your own soul.
Do those whispers still call you
from beneath the fleshes you revered so deeply?”
The moment breathed a long breath.
Past opened before my eyes
as if a bud flowered into a rose
under the vastness of our sky.
I thought to myself –
many layers embrace a soul:
flesh is just one, aura another,
yet another is traceries
of lives lived and desires unconsummated.
Have I found what I was looking for?
Have I found it within myself,
or, deep into the hearts of others?
They say it’s not something you find,
or lose –
not something you give or take.
In everything, in every being,
in every smile, tear, or frown,
in every act of cowardice or courage;
of faith or sacrilege,
in every act of passion or compassion –
if you can’t experience it in everything,
everywhere,
you won’t find it even if you dig
the nails of desire deep into fleshes,
or tear apart hearts of everyone,
or read their minds under magnifying glass of your
definition.
You won’t “achieve” it.
even if you traverse all roads to the unknown.
