| Why ? |
| . |
| If You were me, |
| and I used to be You. |
| If You are in them all, |
| and digits of You are all they. |
| If scattered souls are all |
| divisions of Your Divine spirit. |
| Then why always You ascertain, |
| Why always You arrange, |
| my existence so differently strange, |
| myself so miserably estranged? |
| When assistance to them is service to you, |
| when anguish to them arouses pain in You. |
| When always and ever souls are Your subjects, |
| as all of them sprout from Your being. |
| Then why I question why, |
| You always make it so, |
| that souls they turn to me, |
| and shelter them do I. |
| But when the orbits start returning, |
| all You and Your creation vanish. |
| You and Your creation vanish. |
| now, then and forever, |
| You and Your creation vanish. |