And oftentimes I was among you a lake among the mountains.
“But you were too egoistic, you never looked down; otherwise you would have seen your face in the mirror of the lake. But this should not be so again. If your sadness for my departure is sincere, next time, however high your mountain is, it will be reflected in the mirror of the lake. I will come again, I will surround you as a lake again. Don’t remain egoistic – not to bend down, not to look in the lake – because I cannot give you anything except a reflection of your real face, of your original face. Once you have seen your original face reflected in me, you will start searching for it within yourself.”
I mirrored the summits in you and the bending slopes, and even the passing flocks of your thoughts and your desires.
“But you were not aware.”
And to my silence came the laughter of your children in streams, and the longing of your youths in rivers.
And when they reached my depth the streams and the rivers ceased not yet to sing.
“In many ways your streams have reached me, but still you remained untransformed – because those streams were the laughter of your children in the streets, playing, and the longing of your youths were as rivers.
And when they reached my depth the streams and the rivers ceased not yet to sing. “They are still singing in me. I am taking the laughter, the innocence of your children, the flowers of your youth with me. Next time, let it not be one-way traffic; also allow me to sing within you, to dance within you, to become your being.
But sweeter still than laughter and greater than longing came to me.
“Just your presence – although you were asleep – was sweeter and greater than any laughter. It does not matter that you were asleep and you ignored me; it was just natural, I am not offended. I have felt more compassionate and more loving toward you – who are born to be kings but are living like beggars. Just looking at yourself in my mirror, you would have found your kingdom: the kingdom of God.”
It was the boundless in you;
The vast man in whom you are all but cells and sinews;
He in whose chant all your singing is but a soundless throbbing.