A Servant’s Dilemma
If I Could —
If I could place a petal on your hand and grant you a wish,
I will make you see the world beyond matter, love beyond pleasure.
If I could leave you now,
I would leave you twisted and turning in surprises of subtler devotional acts spoken of by the mystics with those drunken eyes.
If I could give you hope,
I will lend you a day in my life with the reality that reflects the truer hopes of countless births.
If I could name you something,
I will call you God, I will chant your name until you meet the one who kept on playing underneath the impenetrable masquerade.
If I could make you see,
I will never let you cover the divinity that is ever-sparkling, ever-pulling you inside through the stillness of your eyes.
Only if I could,
I could make you talk, walk and act like there is no tomorrow, all is ever now, without planning upon becoming…without ever being something than what you already are.
I will make you dance without touching the ground. And what could be better, but to forget who you thought you were and remember what you already, always are!
A bliss is what I give for the bliss that I owe.
If I could, I would render truth,
I will…maybe…
And you’ll stop living with your miseries already.
But only if I ever could.