9- Find Me in You (From The secret Book of Love)
Poem
This week, there won’t be a poem-echo due to an unexpected difficulty. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to submit their work on time. These things happen, and sometimes there’s nothing we can do but accept them. I sincerely hope everything goes well for them, and we’ll hopefully get to read their piece very soon.
In the meantime, I’m taking this opportunity to share one of the ten poems from the short collection The Secret Book of Love.
Can we truly experience a love that is authentic, free, and lasting? Can we fully be ourselves within a relationship? And if such a love exists, where can it be found?
9- Find Me in You
Sons and daughters, tender children,
today I write to you like a parent —
one too far away to speak to you directly,
or maybe simply because
you wouldn’t have listened
if I had tried.
I admit: sometimes I am difficult.
Always testing you,
always throwing you into the deep and troubled waters of life.
But tell me — isn’t the sharpest blade
forged in the hottest flames?
Tell me this too:
Do you value the things given to you without effort
as much as the ones you earn through sweat?
Even the Bible says it plainly:
spare not the child
from the rod of correction.
This isn’t an apology letter.
Just a few words — a guide, a spark, a quiet muse.
I see your suffering.
And silence can no longer hold me.
I’ve had enough.
Enough of being found, then lost again.
Enough of watching you chase shadows,
caught in the traps of your own ego.
Know this: I have never abandoned you.
Like any parent, I want your happiness.
I am with you,
I am in you.
Stop searching elsewhere.
Stop letting your ideas of me
pull you away from me.
Don’t look for me in the other —
share me with the other.
To build a beautiful relationship,
you only have to extend your version of me —
your version of yourself —
toward the one you love.
Listen to my words, my child,
and live them.
And when loneliness visits,
find my essence within you —
in the love you hold for yourself,
and the love I have always held
for you.
From The Secret Book of Love
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There’s a clear Advaita resonance running through this, especially in the collapse of distance between seeker and sought, where “I am in you” quietly dissolves the need for an externalized divine altogether.
What I find most compelling is the tension you hold without fully resolving it: the voice begins as a corrective, almost disciplinary parent: fire, rod, effort and then gradually softens into pure interiority, where the authority figure is no longer outside the self but indistinguishable from it. That shift feels less like argument and more like metaphysical unspooling.
In that sense, the poem sits interestingly between pedagogy and dissolution. It starts by insisting on struggle as moral necessity, but ends by erasing the very separation that would make “instruction” necessary in the first place. That’s where the Advaita undertow becomes most visible: not in saying “all is one,” but in slowly withdrawing the architecture that made two-ness possible.
Still, I kept wondering whether the early rhetorical sharpness: the blade, the rod, the testing, belongs to the same voice that later says “stop searching elsewhere.” Or whether that friction is the real engine here: a god that speaks in correction only until it remembers it is not outside what it corrects.
Wow! I resonate a lot. Especially considering what I experienced recently.