What strange desire is this which consumes my every thought?
With stilled breath I wait for that special touch.
That union with the Source of my heart and soul and
the Oneness that it brings is my constant longing.
The fullness of " Spirit ",
the wholeness of " Being ",
that quiet peace which makes the presence of the " Beloved " known
and calls me to the inner sanctum of my soul.
Time has no measure,
space has no boundaries,
for all becomes nothingness in the " One ".
Here and now and forever more, the dwelling place of wisdom and light,
love and fullness of grace.
The secret place of the Most High.