Lost in translations

I am a translator

I can translate for you-

from word to word intellectually

if you meet me only

in an intellectual space

I am a translator

I can translate for you-

from unspoken words to words

if you meet me in a heart space

I am a translator

I can translate for you-

from the unseen realm to the seen world

if you meet me in a soul space

Having worked with words long enough to understand-

both the power of words and the manipulation of words

with truth being covered by beautiful yet deceitful words;

with essence being hidden under the cloak of the narratives;

with great mystery being lost in translations…

Just like I try to capture the beauty of a butterfly-

by thinking about its biology and its winged ‘engineering’

In that very moment-

I am missing its beauty

I am missing its joy

Just like I try to figure out the mystery of Jesus from Nazareth

by studying his birth facts and memorizing his Gospels

by researching the places he may or may not have been

In that seemingly clever minded space-

I am missing his true teaching

I am missing my own healing

You may have your choice,

I may have mine

You may choose me as your translator

I may choose not to waste my words with you

You may have your will

I may have mine

You may choose me as your translator

I may choose to serve my secrect world to you-

translating the sound of a chipping bird into sweetness;

translating the color of autumn into richness;

translating the passing clouds into sacred meditation;

translating the worldly loss into divine blessings;

translating the tears of your sorrow into the pearls of your strength...

Yet, even the best translator can’t serve you better than you serve yourself

through learning the language of  the universe by yourself

through no translator but communicating directly with your God

There, you answer to your call 
and I answer to mine......