Out of fear You might be attained,
You have become infinite,
there is nothing else left to be understood.

You keep Yourself hidden
for fear of loosing Yourself
by mixing with all.

You are hidden in the sky,
in the ocean,
in the depths of the three arenas,
in the air
and in the mountains,
in galaxies, in distant nebula.

To Your love
there is no end.

You are hidden in the lines on leaves,
in intense rains, in the song of clouds,
in destructive fear,
in sweet consciousness,
and in my mental jewel casket,

Yet, even though I know all this,
I forget.