{ ‘Whither thou goest…there, I shall go.’ }
“Love isThe funeral pyreWhere I have laid my living body.All the false notions of myselfThat once caused fear, pain...Have turned to ashAs I neared God.What has risenFrom the tangled web of thought and sinewNow shines with jubilationThrough the eyes of angels;And screams from the guts of Infinite existenceItself.Love is the funeral pyreWhere the heart must layIts body.”