Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Saturday, October 26, 2013
This loneliness
It’s different, melancholy’s only friend, elder.
Deepening melancholia beyond just being alone,
this loneliness, the dimension beyond lonely,
transcends all & only the Ancient of Days nears.
Hallways of time’s paling reach not there,
not into the wall-less hallway of eternity,
where once none other joined Him,
in His original, perfect loneness,
from which all existence sprang.
The true and only divinity understood
and brought us forth, some to melancholy,
some to loneliness, some utterly alone,
and a few, close, beyond shore’s distance,
and of all time, to soul & spirit, once again,
once again to know far-beyond brilliance itself,
unto original loneness along eternity’s hallway,
…unseen by any other. - *selah*
--RK, 10:59pm, 10/25/2013
(See also: “In the aforetime…”+)

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