He too seeks you out. He too
dreams of coming to this fugitive morning,
of finding His Self in a time so personal,
in this mere incident of my living,
it is lost in our coming into it.
*
Again you have instructed me
to
let go,
to
hold to this falling, this letting
myself go.
I will succumb entirely to your intention .
Contend with me,
you demand . And I am surrounded by wingd
confusions.
He
is everywhere, nowhere
now where I am.
In every irreality there is Promise .
But there
where I am not
He
really is.
In Whose Presence
it is as if I had a new name.
*
I am falling into an emptiness of Me.
Every horizon a brink of this emptying.
Walls of who I am falling into me.
How enormous to come into this need!
Let us not speak then of full filling.
In the wide Universe
emptying Itself into me, through me,
in the myriad of lights falling-
let us speak of the little area of light
this lamp casts.
Let us speak of what love there is .
