Saturday the 17th of November 01, Samâdhi AM

To Satprem and others in exile

My brother, my friend, you are in exile,
There is some of those exiles of a compelled life, of an imposed Dolour,
They are unavoidable ordeals of a God to incarnate
In the peregrine days of a still so much lonesome Earth ;

There are Truths human beings cannot hear nor perceive,
The meanders-spirals of their ear have tangled from them the Sense,
And there is only remained to the nomad steps of Difference
The sour-tender Solitude-Sanctuary of the incarnated Certitude.

My brother, my friend, you are in exile,
You are the Beloved of His Truth.

 

 

À Satprem et autres en exil

Mon frère, mon ami, tu es en exil,
Il est de ces exils d’une vie forcée, d’une douleur obligée,
Ce sont épreuves incontournables d’un Dieu à incarner
En les jours pérégrins d’une Terre si tant encore esseulée ;

Il est de Vérités que les hommes ne se peuvent entendre ni percevoir,
Les méandres-spirale de leur oreille en ont entortillé le Sens,
Et il ne reste aux pas nomades de Différence
Que l’âpre-tendre Solitude-Asile de la Certitude incarnée.

Mon frère, mon ami, tu es en exil,
Tu es l’Aimé de Sa Vérité.
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Translated from French to English by Annick PETITDEMANGE
with the participation of the author
on the 17th of July 2003
Domaine du Bost, Massif-Central, France.