In solitude, when accurate limitations are seen and accepted, they then vanish, and new dimensions open up.
Thomas Merton
The sacred road to love and beauty passed through the gates of solitude.
Keats
oh the war has raged
hourly and even by the minute
the bile of my being rising charging full-on
charging my best sense
my holy sense
with non
sense
surely the world can not be this way really
surely this can not be the everything really
surely the living can not be this shallow really
I seek out the depths
the foraging only found in the desperate souls those that find themselves aching for
something they know not what and can no longer deny the pain
to the chatter of the needs of the world so we are told –
around them
I have fallen victim to so many ways of thinking I wonder still today if anything has ever been my own
I wonder if there is anything or time enough to find out if anything can be mined pure and fresh
bright and a-flamed unique in my weak
soul
soul goes on it is said yet
what is going on
if not first caste in best-light here and now
I return in time I must I know
if the rest all were deemed useless or even worse
the depth of ordinary
-whatever that may be-I would rather
stay until the mining were complete
stay despite the ache of it
mine-on in spite of the work
to remain until-even if the until lasts forever-
the bright nugget proves existent in me
I am ready to give it all to mine now
drop me to the depths
let’s get this over with.