When a man pursues the secrets of the things contained in space,
He is chasing the flying shadows of the Beloved’s face.
When a man dares dive deep within himself sharply eager for seeing,
He comes at last to the experience of Self’s pure being.
We look out from the prisons we have built over a billion years
Not knowing that their very stones can be dissolved by love’s tears.
When men were strong they were not ashamed of tears’ meekness;
Now that we have become half-men we call them weakness.
It is good to look out, search, examine every spoor
Till one picks up some man tracks leading to the Beloved’s door.
Our arrival there is the purpose of every road
Whether we go as freemen or as beasts under a goad.
More blessed are the stones of the road that takes us to sight of God’s face,
Than a man who pursues the secrets of the things contained in space.
Beginning and ending with the futile ‘conquest’ of space, the poem affirms the purposive nature of human creation, an affirmation which of course defies the prevalent ideologies of a random and blind universe.
Even if we are being pushed dumbly along by the pricks of fate, we are all here on a quest, an inner quest to unveil our true nature as the Beloved Himself.
We need to actively search, following signs and traces (spoor) until we find some real path that will lead to the right door.
As in the bible (Luke:19,40) even the material creation, the stones themselves, would witness to the triumphal arrival of the divine descent.
Here is the basic psychology of being human: we seek the ‘the experience of Self’s pure being.’ Only the inner journey leads to the secret. Love’s tears are essential for the inner quest.