He (You? Me?)

He (you? me?) should know
What you have—are—you are walking through
Your own arteries, they are pulsing, pounding,
God is here, don’t eschew

Your own Lembeh Straits, the long
Shallow waves rolling up
To Bali, an unending yearning,
A rest in the cantillation trop,

That sea allows the fish to seek,
When you walk there, you are refreshed,
And light enters everywhere,
From the Gra and from the Besht,

Into everything you do,
(Every transaction,) the light through the soul,
When everything is light, when the sea
Comes to satiate the shoal.