I am in the light that moves with the wind,
I am in the stillness of quiet waters,
I am in the drumbeats of cicadas,
I am in the silence of poignancy,
I am in the patter of myriad footfalls,
I am in the relief of a chain of sighs,
I am in the darkness of turmoil,
I am in the anguish of regret,
I am in the hunger of poverty,
I am in the despair of heartbreak,
I am in the rapture of children,
I am in the arch of the moon as it rises,
and the sun as it sets.
Beloved,
Like rainfall on parched land,
Like the stain of an ink drop,
Like the smoke of burning myrrh,
Like the madwoman,
rippling with laughter,
Come, find me.