A Spirit's Cry

On what to live when Love is leaving? — On memories, to feed the reminiscence? In silent desperation dreaming of a dream, Deaf I have become to my bosom's scream: ‘Now is your life! —now is your life! Now at the middle of your life: If you are blind to the Future of today, You are already dead as your gone days! ' But if I feel no love and neither pain, — How can I believe in Love again? How can I tell that I am alive? When a peculiar stranger dwells inside? ‘O! Do not worry, my dear child, That life sometimes may seem unkind, The hidden love that you possess, It shall reveal its mystery: you'll be impressed! ' I need to feel ecstatic with emotions! I need a mad love as the tumultuous oceans! I need the tears—the tears I cried: I need to feel alive before I die! ‘Embrace my Light with faith, open the door: Incommensurate Love—yours is to explore! '