Solitude
return to the heart of matter
solitude
interior abyss
rooted w/in
steadfast hunger
a never satisfied
by anything
feeling
let it be, to seek
soul journey
through empty
pure death of social
advance beyond all
horizons
no direction
in this, pathless land of truth
whose center is
everywhere and everything
(at the same time)
found only
by standing still
w/ lonely
in which the deepest
act w/o motion
begins
delivery from longing,
care & attachment
sole
vision in obscurity
undulating non-uniformity
infinite
fulfillment of no desire
when in some quiet corner
stationary
untether
from this world
let go
all the fine strings
& strands
tension that ties
binds, even,
by sight, sound, sensations
mere thinking
turns terror into tempest
leave it behind
shift gyres into idle
remain
nameless in the shadows
of such sacred sanctuary
your own
secret succor
seed it in
solitude
