Gray day
Dull evening
No one to share a thought with.
So much
The daily hours contain
Yet those like me end up bored.
Responsibilities
Have to be fulfilled
Can I turn my back on them?
My beloved
Is giving me doses
Of her own optimism
But she knows I know the truth.
I am fed up
Of this world and its lies
Even its so-called science
For I have sat and mulled
And in takes but a moment
To discover what the real truth is.
I must strive even harder
Than the elliptical paths of the sun,
The moon, the stars, the planets
And even the entire cosmos
I have to try so much hard
To discover my own elliptical path
And become nothing in myself
And become all with just Him.
The dead moon is the new moon
So I must keep on struggling
To kill everything that means 'me'
My whole entirety must dissolve
And become elliptically inclined
To be eternal, with Him.
I must become the dead moon
To break the cycle of new phases
I must die and while doing this
My elliptical orbit must bless me
With eternal life...For He does not die...
Neither slumber nor sleep overtakes him...
He does not die
So I want to succeed in being One with Him.
That is why eternity is!