Don'T You See?

It's not that I don't cry for friends, lost and found. It's that, I'm never truly upset about being alone. Solitude embraces me with the soul's sweet, nectar-touch-- Like the taste of succulent peaches at summer's ripe end-- A taste of love's own accord, own condition. Friendship-space has never filled my bowl. Quietude, in waiting, reveals to me a thousand ways of seeing the mother of love. While sleeping, waking, walking, I eat from love's plate, a never ending banquet, To which everyone's already invited. I shall not stand in your way, But, do not wait for my invitation. It's not necessary. Don't you see?