I glimpsed behind this Curtain
and saw that there was no Curtain:
My grandma was with me all along.
She said, “Good to see you my Son. Now go back to the world.”
I did not want to:
We spoke without our lips moving,
our hearts under the warmth of the Mother:
Peace and Serenity all around.
“Why leave this bliss? Why go back to the world? No!”,
I cried like the child I used to be.
But I awoke:
without the curtain or my Beloved.
I had an accident. I was back in this world.