O Lovers. Where Are You?

Where Are You Going?

Who Are You Looking For?

And Where?

Your lover is right here. Right next door.

Just Across The Street.

Right in your neighborhood.

Her face is hidden from you, behind your veil, not hers.

While you search for her and lose yourself

in the empty wilderness of your life, your greed, your anger.

There is a garden blooming, right under your nose,

it’s smell is so sweet and strong, you cannot smell it.

While you go looking for money and trinkets,

Your treasure is right here. Just Across the Street.

O Lover, Where are you? Are you hiding?