Look here, my Lord!
Look how skewed you’ve left me, my Lord.
For everything gorgeous, astonishing, and shiny, I thank you, and you, and only you. And for everything dull, dark, and dusty, I blame only myself, no one but myself.
Look, I’ve believed you to be the master of all beauty and myself to be the slave of all imperfections.
Look, I’ve divided my life into two; the lesser one being mine, and the greater one belonging to you.
Look, I've submitted all I earned to you and chosen beggarhood, living on alms occasionally shared by you.
See what I've made of myself, my Lord. An ugly container of all precious things; an old earthen pot destined to hold the elixir; a depressed soul holding a shining spirit.
See what’s happening to me, my Lord. People tell me I’ve gone crazy. This isn’t the way to live. They ask me how I can blame myself for everything wrong and submit all the good at your feet.
See what they are doing to me, my Lord. Burdening me with worldly wisdom that's untouched by your presence. Advising me to claim knowledge and success that I've already credited to you.
How, how, how do I tell them it’s all your doing?
You, who have made everything worldly worthless for me and left me in love with that which I don't know.
You, who have left me in love but without a trace of the loved one.
You, who whispers these messages to my dreams and leaves me in this illusion of reality.
How do I tell them it’s you?
Look what you’ve done to me, my lord.
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