Let us be lost always
You know me…
Sometimes the desire to be lost comes over me like a vapor
I am
Such a stranger to myself
I go up…
to heaven
I make my bed…
in hell
I hardly exist
So many heavy coats
And Darkness far more wonderful than any words
You are there
Inescapable
Love and Darkness and light
The beginning that sees possibilities then creates all of creation
Do you think there is anything in darkness that is not attached by its unbreakable cord to everything else?
Darkness and light are the same.
If this is lost… let us be lost always.