Veni Creator

In traverse of the cave of my desire, the next is fashioned from an ember keeping faith within, silent, simply there as called upon to glow between my palms— to sing with borrowed voice a song not heard before. The next is that which calls when there is life in unknown packages, a little hill beyond plateau, and suddenly for us to know, to leap upon, proclaiming, "It is good." Stay fast upon the embers warming that vast interchange of spirit enterprise upon us—manifesting where it will, testing a reality that only sings within. It is a mystery to covet, that rare fire that flashes only on consent, on love's conjunction with desire, on restlessness preceding holy intercourse when soul may enter universal mind and next is born. A birth alone, no welcome answer from the churning black outside. The question burning: "Muss es sein?" The sole reply in its consumptive fire: Es muss sein." ~