My life has left me
for love of You.
Just one letter remains.
No state. No station.
No way beyond here.
Nothing higher.
Nothing lower.
Nothing other
than this,
for its own sake.
Feel it and find there is
no feeling.
I am that
empty field,
soulful.
A bird sings alone its sunset song, the only sound ever made: worship. Praise for One from this single starling stirred by sea breeze…
There is only one light passing through two, interfering with itself to paint a pattern on the screen of you . Gradually the gaps grow…
If you find that you're lost, consult the unifying structure