I am enveloped in the embrace of the earth; its sweet scent invades me,
the whistling pines remain still, yearning for a gentle breeze, the moonlight entangled in their limbs.
My soul clamours inside my body, a bird confined in a gilded cage,
aching for release, to throw of the chains of this world, to escape the constraints of this meagre existence and join the beloved.
Do not cry for me, I am not leaving, only returning, death is only a veil,
shielding the paradise that lies beyond.
The body is merely a pitcher, retaining the eternal wine of the soul,
Be drunk on it, be seduced by it, for this is the wine of divine grace.
This world was nothing but an illusion, this life nothing more than a diversion,
a cruel separation from the beloved, unfulfilled and incomplete.
All through life, we seek the divine, hunting for his echo,
We scour the ends of the earth, never hearing his one true whisper.
Searching for the keys when the door was always open.
Never knowing, it is he, who is searching with us,
He lives within us, a rose growing in the recesses of the heart.
Look inside yourself, you will find the gem embedded in the mountain of the body.
For whatever you seek already resides within you.
I am at peace now; I have untied the knot of this world,
To unite with my sculptor, the moulder of forms,
From dust we are made and to dust we shall return.