NOEMAYA

I have lost my tongue between the two worlds,

I have felt two depths, and I haven’t found my own

I stepped back out of fright, 

little did I know that it was the rope of the heart pulling me back,

and I receded to the soft edge of the world where all dreams begin.

My dear Aletheia! You found your prey in innocence,

You lured this heart by possession, by inception.

You spoke not once and I was led in sheer darkness, 

instead, you became my legs and walked to the gallows as if it was my own idea.

Oh Aletheia! You slashed me in pieces by one cut,

and my blood poured every which way as the ineffable ink,

It traced across time the light that blinded men

You went into your hiding and let this soul rot and fall again,

Except this time, with a recollection of the most memorable flight, most intense heat

And before your released me in the netherworld again,

you left in the heart a burning engraving with your sword,

So I remember to whom I belong.

I have been sheathed since the beginning of time, 

lest my majesty burns men alive,

In concealment, I command the wheel

and as the wheel moves, all too is moved. 

You sing of separation, oh innocent youth! 

In your carefree plays, when you rolled on that steep grass,

when the hurt flew your way and broke your heart,

When you shed tears of pain and abandonment,

I stood guard and held you in my softest bosom 

and you felt not that soft presence, for that was meant to be

Oh my love, that was all meant to be

And I let you run the maze of life toward what you did not fathom at the time,

And I protected your tender heart and healed it when it bled,

When you ran into the sharp corners of this harsh land

So much I had to show you, so much that you didn’t understand and even refused to see,

So that I had to lure you into them by the guides of your weakness

I gave men and women all the things of this world,

I gave you none,

And I reserved for you what I gave only to a few,

At last I gave you Myself. 

Oh Alethia! Yours was a kiss of death, 

so tender and so hard at once, that I cried blood,

so tender and so hard at once, that I disappeared into what was before me

And when I reemerged I was pregnant with a daughter

the immaculate conception and eternal recurrence! 

My love, these are the days of the thinning,

It’s my gift to you, whose heart wounded by the beasts of the land,

has become a stranger to my tenderness,

I give you this gift on the darkest night of your existence

so that you may turn around,

so that you may feel my love from behind the thin of my silk compassion,

and tonight I press you hard against my bosom again

so that our heartbeats synchronize,

so that you feel the warmth of my blood,

so that through you the shivering world may find some solace  

Oh simurgh of this world! You were once a bird flying too low

Your faith that you are worthy of proximity to the sun,

that transformed you into Simurgh

False wings can’t bear the fire of truth 

Death is their lot.

You approached us with trembling feet and no wings

Your heart full of love for the unseen,

That unconditional love for the ever silent truth! 

That’s at once the support and the meaning of your ascent.

Oh Aletheia! This night! In this most blessed night, my heart is so full, brimming with tears of joy 

Of a memory of all the lands I flew over, where my gaze fell upon all that is concealed to men

The heart of man sings truthful songs,

alas they have shut themselves out for cheap melodies and the snare of the gypsies 

But of this heart what can I say, that it’s about to explode with love

and sing the most beautiful songs

My beautiful, masked friend! Do you feel the expansion of this restless heart?

Can you hear the echoes that transcend words?

Can you feel the tenderness of my presence, of my gentle flight?

Can you feel the rhythm of your heart, of our hearts together,

when we were children in love, and even before that,

when we intersected at the center of the universe,

when we gave birth to the universe,

and to the world of which the universe is a dark fragment?

Can you remember when we held hands?

and our hands held us together when we crossed the abyss 

Oh Aletheia! The youth, the ocean that sees and the air that hears! 

I shall not return to you, for I must dance and I must play,

And I shall feel you through the silk

Take away my sight, so that I may take with me to eternity the intensity of your touch 

Oh Aletheia! Is there an end to this outpouring! 

I must leave, the kettle is whistling, and the boiling water ready for a memorable tea with my masked friend! 

This too, all this and all that, shall pass

We won’t! For we are the passage, 

We are the passing Itself.