Exile to Bhakti
I am mad with love
And the ages will not understand
Why I forsake a normal life
For God, for art, for devotion
And no one will understand
My plight, but maybe Sufis
Those that listen for the Tao
Only the wounded
Can understand the agonies of the wounded
Only the downtrodden
Can feel the fire of the rage
Of the impoverished
The Angels knew this
And that is why I am ever
I am made with love
Not for a person, but people
Not for one people, for all life
Not for a God, a symbol or a saint
But for in the possession
Of love that is a lack
But in the recognition of it
I found love habituated
Every part of the world
All the known planets
And found everything beautiful
And somehow nothing worthy of
Divine love, that is why
People know so little about the universe.
Wuji Seshat 