In the belly of dreams, drowsiness and dialogue

Why does everything seem so vivid these days?
Whatever I touch, why does it all feel so right?
Whatever wraps around me, why does it fit so perfectly?
Why do I feel such strength within myself lately?
Why do I think, come what may, I can bear it all?
Suddenly I realize, this 'you' that I have,
holds everything that I am!
Why does this thought come to me?
Have you come into my life as both prayer and power?


What exists now was all there before,
yet I felt so helpless and lost!
You arrived and everything changed!
What yesterday felt burdensome,
today glitters like scattered pearls!
Where was this courage to live all these days?
You've come to know me quite well,
I know you've found exactly where my weakness lies!
Where to strike so I'll crumble completely!
You understand that with just your touch, I'll collapse!
Just know this—that I could tell you all this...here lies all my joy!


This fear of breaking that comes,
the fear of falling or burning,
this terror of dying and living within you
...let them all stay alive...let them be as they are!
This is how I found life!
This is what it means to truly live!
Go see those who beg without asking,
who have no fear of losing anything—
how much are they really alive?
Do they live at all?
Aren't those without worry already dead?


If burning me brings you happiness, that alone is my victory!
Whatever I'd gain by trampling you, I receive without even asking!
No, don't go...sleep, sit, be however you wish...
just stay beside me...I want nothing else!
Such free entry and exit—have you ever seen it before?
If you can leave whenever you want, then tell me why would you go?
I know now you're masterful at departing!
Yet you haven't left, beloved, you remain here, turned toward me,
knowing this much about you means knowing everything...to me!


The sun beats down so hard...if you leave, where will I rest?
Storm or rain, harsh lightning,
fierce snow, bitter cold...when they torment,
I still have only one shelter!
One chest for refuge, one name for trust,
one pair of warm, gentle arms...
If this shelter moves away, where will I stand?
Where will I rest, washing away the day's fatigue?
On whose chest will I lay my head to sleep in peace?
These days such shelters are so fragile,
they crumble at the slightest touch!
Seeing them, I wonder—do they even call those shelters?


Does love...does it ever truly end?
Or fade away, disappear?
I understand that love only changes color...
Love remains love to the very end, doesn't it?
That farmer—doesn't he love his crop?
Day and night, through storm and rain, even when floods come with their terrible fear of being swept away,
doesn't his heart break just the same? Isn't this love for his harvest?
Then when fear gives way and he sees the field's body full of golden grain,
don't his eyes dance with golden light?
Doesn't joy break at the corners of his eyes?
With proud hands he gathers love into his home, forgets his worries and sleeps at peace.
Just like that you'll love—I stay lost in that dream, even through pain I keep living!