I'll Become the Sky

 Listen, sky,
 are you busy?
 Come closer,
 sit a while,
 here beside me.
 Tell me something,
 think a little, understand a little,
 don't leave gaps in what you say.
 When everyone calls to you
 with such tenderness from their hearts,
 when they lose themselves in your distant eyes
 and find such wonderful joy,
 when they gaze unblinking at your form,
 touched by sunshine's caress,
 soothing their weariness in the magic of your clouded body.
 In your thoughts
 stories race, poetry enters with a tilt of the head,
 songs come floating on the wind,
 humming in your intoxication, merging with blue-grey skin.
 In your infinity, minds absorbed
 forget sorrow and seek happiness, sketching whims,
 flying kites, dancing with spools, arranging dreams of every color.
 Taking all this in stride, you seem content enough in your own way!
 Think a moment and tell me the truth—
 as you are, with what you have,
 resting on just that much,
 how do you pass or what passes through you?
 How much you truly know
 and recognize of yourself—
 no one else knows that much, no one else understands.
 That's why to really know you
 I ask you directly
 this small matter of heart and soul.
  
 You are only empty sky,
 you stay distant, I cannot touch you.
 Yet how you intoxicate
 our mornings and evenings,
 I meet you in emptiness at infinite speed,
 what magic is yours—I lose all direction.
  
 Hearing all this, in hurt pride,
 about to weep, you hide behind clouds
 suddenly.
 Your face terribly sullen,
 you rise trembling: "I'm coming then.
 Stay well. Don't even think
 to ask how I am."
 The sky hides after saying just this much!
  
 The sky is gone, happiness vanished!
 Doubt says,
 was there need to speak like that?
 In what arrogance do you move your lips at everything?
 When will you understand the victory of saying nothing?
 Fool,
 when you love so well,
 what's the meaning of all this?
 The sky never begged
 nor said you must love me well!
 In your own joy you love well—this you accept!
 Why then do you invite melancholy into your home?
 This way you always lose by winning in ego's game!
  
 Duality, ah! Why do you rage?
 What's wrong with my words?
 Why people love well—
 if you forget this on life's path, you stumble—you do stumble!
 If you step carefully, sky,
 you'll live wonderfully as you wish!
 Life moves in complex riddles—don't you understand!
 Don't you see
 how the sky releases itself with vast energy,
 in play and sport,
 with what laughter it rises in victor's garb!
 Do you see
 how the empty sky
 paints rain in its breast!
 The rainbow too scatters radiance at its signal,
 sunlight laughs, opens the envelope of cloud-letters.
 Night descends, that sky's sleep breaks
 entering the realm of countless stars.
 In its house are thousands of houses—
 in this joy, with generous heart, it gives shelter
 to everyone. Can you imagine how great!
 When you weep the sky weeps,
 when you laugh the sky laughs,
 in the art of tears and laughter the sweet sky dissolves.
 When you speak, the silent sky listens intently,
 even when you scold it doesn't get angry, smiles gently and draws you close.
 With vast eyes it casts its sky-like gaze,
 runs the great chariot's procession along the path.
 Do you see
 how my heart, thinking of sky,
 hides its face in shame and love!
  
 While our conversation continues,
 seeing all this, the sky smiles with calm lips.
 Its pair of lips touch, trembling in my ear—
 That you keep me in mind,
 bind me tight in that tenderness in your own home,
 give the touch of your life in stroking love,
 call me with yearning heart in affection's shade—
 truly I tell you, listen,
 in such magic of love
 why I live, why I grow,
 I don't know!
 Without grasping,
 to love a little well,
 I have absolutely nothing at all.
 Yet you love me well,
 you're drunk with my enchantment,
 your time passes in my play,
 you bind life in my rhythm.
 This way losing everything to win everything—
 I've understood this meaning of victory, nothing else.
  
 Why the sky became sky,
 how vast the mind of sky—
 I've grasped through auction.
 It hid all its own stories,
 artfully showed its colors,
 throwing questions upon questions
 it gave the answer itself!
 It made me and you great,
 kept its own radiance hidden.
 Duality, you keep such humility in your understanding.
  
 That day will come
 when darkness takes leave,
 in light's embrace, forgetting self-interest,
 we'll spread across infinite boundaries.
 I sit thinking,
 when will we become sky?