My longing is more like a skin than a suit of clothes
It is something that I wear
Every moment, it breathes and moves with me
Is me
Clothes are fashion and change
With the seasons and the whims of those
Who would buy and sell your attention
The moon gives itself up in longing for light
The source
The source comes – the moon disappears
Daybreak
People fear the annihilation that is God
An annihilation so profound
That self and God disappear in its simplicity
First, I became nothing
Then Nothing became me
First, I feared nonexistence. And then I feared existence
Now both are just words
Whose ink has been washed off the paper
First, I feared dying
Then, when I grew up, I feared being born
Now I have set aside fears in favor of love
The moon gives itself up in longing for light
The source
The source comes – the moon disappears
Daybreak
People fear the annihilation that is God
An annihilation so profound
That self and God disappear in its simplicity
First, I became nothing
Then Nothing became me
First, I became nothing
Then Nothing became me
First God longed for me
Does that seem brash?
How could it be otherwise
If it were I simply wouldn't exist
Then, I longed for God
Some mystery enjoys that
Game of lovers seeking union
Now I have forgotten
Both god and me and there is just longing
A brightness across expanse
The moon gives itself up in longing for light
The source
The source comes – the moon disappears
Daybreak
People fear the annihilation that is God
An annihilation so profound
That self and God disappear in its simplicity
First, I became nothing
Then Nothing became me
First, I became nothing, (a brightness)
Then Nothing became me (across expanse)
First, I became nothing, (a brightness)
Then Nothing became me (across expanse)
First, I became nothing, (a brightness)
Then Nothing became me (across expanse)
First, I became nothing, (a brightness)
Then Nothing became me (across expanse)
First, I became nothing, then Nothing became me