My soul selects her own society,Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
My body grows outside, --
The more convenient way, --
That if the spirit likes to hide,
Its temple stands away
Ajar, secure, inviting;
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty.
That’s a meditative spot,
Fresh bloom over the volcanic gush
With awe my solitude.
Awakened by your love,
I flicker like a candle's light
Trying to hold on in the dark.
Yet, you spare me no blows
And keep asking,
"Why do you complain?"
You smile and say,
“Longing is the core of mystery.
Longing itself brings the cure.
The only rule is, suffer the pain.
Your desire must be disciplined,
And you ready to be sacrificed.”
My soul has learnt to strive to discover
The mystery before life is taken away.
If while living she fails to uncover and discern herself,
How will she comprehend and appreciate
The secret of her divine existence when I die?
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