My beloved spoke and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the song is come, and the voice of the turtle dove has been heard in our land;
the fig tree has put forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is beautiful.
No Two Ways About It, I Am Not Here Anymore …
Monday, June 15, 2020 at 5:33 pm.
No way to explain this amazing phenomenon. Is like I am here quite aware of all going on, yet! It is as it all is happening in a world no longer affecting me at all.
Pain, lack of human contact, unfinished work that once drove me nuts, nasty thoughts of despair, no sound from Ahmad, no replies to my emails, it all? Aloof from me.
Truly I Have Risen. I Am Gone Away. My Life Shall Never Be The Same …
No way to explain. Somehow? This new world is no other than the paradise of my dreams. This time? No more ups and downs. Steadiness. That’s all I know.
I Am Not My Own Anymore …
My Beloved is mine, and I am His. This time it is for real not just mere words of beauty repeated without substance. What a difference!
I Refuse To Speculate—The Little Foxes, Which Spoil The Vines …
I am away and yet I am here. Complete. Perfectly content yet not elated. In awe I am beholding the Lover I been searching for all my life.
No Kidding! What Is To Happen Is Really, Really Happening NOW! …
Monday, June 15, 2020 at 6:33 pm.