Dark Night of the Soul
Dark night of the soul,
takes on us a toll;
sense of humour’s gone,
we remain forlorn.
Let’s then pause the cause
to grasp divine laws,
granting love consent,
with each breath, present.
Celebrate darkness,
in it’s sheer starkness,
being but a game,
that heart’s fears we tame.
Void-centric stillness,
one with That oneness,
vaporises fear
as God’s light draws near.
Nothing need be done,
for God and we’re one.
Imbibe joy’s fragrance,
with pure reverence.
15-June-2022
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