That which is for you a poem for me is not,
that which is a poem for me for you is not,
that which is for you a truth for me is not,
that which is a truth for me for you is not,
that which is for you a peace for me is not
that which is for me a peace for you is not,
that which is for you love, for me is not,
that which is for me love for you is not,
that which is for you the self for me is not,
that which is the self for me for you is not,
yet the same energy is making us alive both,
why we’re so different in our understanding?
More you’re with the self in your head,
more you feel within you, your unrest,
more you’re with yourself in your heart,
more you are in inner peace and love,
Here is that difference between you and me.
You too can tell me you know how to be with your heart,
but why are you in such restless state and uneasy mind?
Where is your compassion to those who don’t know
how to go within and lean on that beautiful feeling?
Where is your gratitude for all of gifts given in your life?
Where is your joy and why is so empty your sight?
As in others in you too silence might be your reply,
so don’t hesitate to find out my master’s way of peace and love.
Stoyan Svet