Where have you gone oh friend of before,

once so close, waking breath to connect anew.

Books were read, songs sung, prayers ushered to stay near.

Content to follow, passion to belong,

marching in agreed lockstep, boldly to proclaim.

Today I gaze out the window reflecting a simpler day,

knowing the hopeful grasp returns empty.

Is desire the only thing that kept me true?

Questions flood while resolving answers evade,

Sunday’s procession gives way to creation’s mighty call.

Disingenuous repetition brings no relief,

just more spirals of madness to mind.

Emptiness fills a longing, why am I not sad?

Only certainty is doubt…why pretend.

Peace has found me where I am.



  1. jasonswartz said,

    December 7, 2011 at 4:13 pm

    Ah yes the wonderful spiritual days followed by the spiritual nights where you wonder where your beloved has gone. It is through these cycles that our desire and yearning is strenghtened. So bless the day, but be happy during the nights that the Creator has given you work to do, so that again He can draw you ever closer.

    “There is none else besides HIm” is a great article from the shamati that expresses a persons experience with these cycles Beutiful posting a poem thanks for sharing it.

  2. December 7, 2011 at 6:53 pm

    resting in the present moment, just this, nothing more.

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