I Picture Myself – Michel Montecrossa

I picture myself / in a ruby-red stone, / I dive into emerald leaves unknown / to my mind’s wandering song. / O Soul, awake and come close, / illumine your house, / and burn into the night / your all-mighty rays / and conquer illusion with / all-embracing Love.

I picture myself / in a forgotten tale / and follow the footsteps / of mysterious kings. / I picture myself / in a hidden smile / and a look so tender / and so far away. / Yes, I picture myself / in a summer noon. / O Soul, awake and be close, / touch your outer court / and touch with Truth the Pain.

I picture myself / in your sweet Self, / my heartbeats throb / with longing dreams, / with waves so great and luminous. / O Soul, awake, I feel your breath / and I hear your call, o flame, / burning with the Lord.

I picture myself / in a diamond-gaze / of the One I love more / than all the worlds. / And I feel at last / the end of the toil. / I have come to You, Divine Mystery. / O Soul, o soul, we are one. / You are my life, / and my immortality.