I’m enjoying my abandonment, the sacredness of quiet, the sanctity of alone, the home of my solitude, excess of emptiness, largess of nothingness, the impress of abundance and at the same time the limitedness of its availability, its subtlety of presence, its hovering overhead, reminding me like a rain cloud it is always ready to water my soil, my soul, my aching longing to vanish with the east wind to unite with Saharan sands, to whirlwind in a dervishes dance, spin until dizzy in His romance, my romance, its me, its Him, its we, its neither, we’re one, we’re none we’re vanished, we’re done.
-W.E.
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