Deep within my soul
Was a yearning that I cannot utter
With words, no matter how lengthy would they be,
that is why I often find myself before, sitting alone,
listening to the wind's silence,
looking for words that could describe what I had felt inside,
but I found nothing.
As I was flipping cautiously
The old pages of my journal,
Dusting them off one by one,
Scanning some pictures, written origamis
and some old paper strips with messages,
Hidden between pages,
Looking for some traces of memories
And unidentified shadows of past.
It was Your name
That I have written the most
In this bank of memories.
It was Your name
That I utter the most in my prayers.
I found the answer to these missing pieces of me,
It was a longing to be with You,
To see You smile,
With a fear of becoming distant from You.
Life, without the giver of life,
Is a life full of holes and meaninglessness.
Loving without acknowledging
The prime source of love,
Is a pretentious love that will never last.
Now, I found You, my deepest desire,
The desire that can fill these holes inside:
My Teacher of love,
My Way to happiness,
My Truth amidst all doubts,
My Life in the middle of deathless pain.
At last,
I can now hear what my heart beats.
It is not outside me after all, it is inside me,
Waiting to be listened to.
It is the beating of my heart that sounds 'yes' to your call.
It is a constant and daily invitation to be obedient
To the call to love and to follow You.
My heart's desire
was made known
For You have given him to me
To let me know what love is,
To let me know what suffering when you love is.
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