If all is one,
Why do I torture myself
With Illusion?

If a child’s scream
Sears my heart
More than a mountain stream,

If the despair of love
Kills me more
Than the promise of Spring,

What good is redemption?

If the longing
Endlessly lingers
If the forlorn
Beg for my embrace

What use are tears?

Is there a kind of one
That means many?
Or an illusion
That means now?

How curious
That from boundless unity
I have built heaven and hell.