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It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…

I leave
but you still follow
I hid;
but you still find me

Until you've found pain, you won't reach the
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with    the supreme
Until you've found fire inside yourself, like the Friend,
You won't reach the spring of life, like Khezr

The Infamous Myth
I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,
But I’ve come ultimately to see it

A
HT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;

The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,
The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,
Down the long aisle of beds, with tender grace,
Sleep smoothes the lines on many a weary face; Yet there are those for whom no midnight...

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of...

The roses that you gave me that night
Withered for good after all this time
Only dry thorns still cut like a knife
And I bleed like I don’t want this life.

Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane,
Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,
Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,
My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows Anointed with perpetual weariness

After great pain, a formal feeling comes —The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before
The Feet, mechanical, go round —Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —A Wooden

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?

If today prepares tomorrow's Ruin,
Then I ought not to be surprised at what my future keeps unfolding. In moments of mere secrecy, I know that the left hand has no idea of What the Right is doing.
So for the approaching days, I'm bracing...