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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