MYSTERIOUS STRANGER

Behind my face, 
behind the veil, 
behind your face I see 
The Beloved: 
it's you and yet not you.

So deep I yearn to see your face, 
yet I am looking at your face,
your voice calling, calling, 
yet it is not your voice I hear.

My Beloved is in my arms: 
yet I get up and walk away,
looking for the source of Love.

We love but long to be free, 
then long to love, 
and play our roles again.

This is so beautiful and yet,
whose eyes are you looking into,
whose mouth do you kiss?

Beautiful Stranger, 
that I mistook for love