no dark night of the soul
matches the absolute pitch black
of the Outer Darkness
and no bright new morning
meets your revived eyes
nor Radiant Presence suffice the All
more like you wake up to creation
as it is only not distorted
by your pitiful imaginings
and the pain of all consciousness
fades to a weary acceptance
as you pick yourself up again
and realize you're no different
than you were yesterday or will be tomorrow....
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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