The Quintessence of Loneliness
I am like a heroin addict
In my longing for a sublime state,
For that ground of Conscious Nothing,
Where the Rose ever
Blooms.
Oh, the Friend
Has done me a great favor
and has so thoroughly ruined my life,
What else would you expect
Seeing God would do!
Out of the ashes of this broken frame
There is a noble rising son pining for death,
Because,
Since we first met, Beloved,
I have become a foreigner
To every world
Except that one
In which there is only You
Or - Me.
Now that the heart has held
That which can never be touched
My subsistence is a blessed
Desolation.
And from that I cry out for more loneliness.
I am lonely.
I am so lonely, dear Beloved,
For the quintessence of Loneliness,
For what is more alone than God?
What is more pure and alone,
Magnificently Sovereign,
Than God.
Snowboarding
Smiling
Dancing
Here Now