As if we were split by Moses
and he would forget to rejoin
our muddy waters,
so troubled
by longing..

As if I’ve come out of your body,
as a twin of holy love,
and I’ve died as a traveller,
on my way to the motherly god.

And I’m no more your child,
in the vastly nothingness of solitude.

You, my heavenly love,
how I lost myself from your bosom...