{ ‘Whither thou goest…there, I shall go.’ }
“Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.
All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain...
Have turned to ash
As I neared God.
What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew
Now shines with jubilation
Through the eyes of angels;
And screams from the guts of Infinite existence
Itself.
Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.”