I am like an addict
In my longing for a sublime state,
For that ground of Conscious Nothing
Where the Rose ever
Blooms
. . . Now that the heart has held
That which can never be touched
My subsistence is a blessed
Desolation
And from that I cry for more loneliness.
I am lonely.
I am so lonely, dear Beloved,
For the quintessence of
Loneliness,
For what is more alone than God?
Hafiz
Photo: Sunset on the Loch, Rocky Mountain National Park, CO, March 10, 2012
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