Alone To Alone

“Life is the flight from the alone to the Alone” - Plotinus I, in full flight from alone to Alone and then–so swiftly– right ‘round. Back again? Aloneness. No, more! I feel— I look— I act like a mess, But... ----! I am alive, and again and at last, I feel. I, a something in the nothing of a moment, dance. “It is as it should be," I heard it say to me, in the pouring torrents of Atonement’s rain. I felt and sometimes still feel in my self a dying grace. I felt and sometimes still feel like a child awake, aware, out of mind in oneness, somewhere. Now, who is the I seeing the me when I, Alone Am It, and it: me?