A Cry in the Dark

July 21, 2015

There are times when separation is torture

 

An average soul -

may look upon an outsider

from their own limited perception

 

and call it: depression

 

What else could you call 

the absolute hell of wanting to be One

and being forced into some bodily prison -

in a tortured separation

from your Beloved

 

There are nights spent in tears

wondering when the veil will be torn away

wondering when the removal from this temporal realm

will be done

 

this strangeness all around

 

To be called a stranger is only a gift

when it feels 

there is no sense of belonging

to this bizarre illusion

that other minds and bodies seem to cling to

 

Let it fall, let it end

 

this body, this dense matter is not needed

 

Here the thousandth call of this slave's wish to go home! 

 

Don't call it a wish for a premature ending

call it what it is -- a deep sense of absence and longing

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