I Cry. Wounded By My Own Shadows. A Sonnet to Dwight Phoenix.
Poem of despair and longing. Lovingly, of course, my Friend.
I cry! Wounded by my own shadows.
This loving earth has refused to swallow me,
And I stand naked and alone with all my foibles.
I yearn for happiness,
But feel entangled, in a self-made web of obstacles.
My impediments are numerous; and
This ‘field of torment’ has outshone all my candles.
Oh Love! This wayfarer in the midst of torrid deserts,
Meanders along a spiral path of pain and sorrow,
In isolation from Your sweet embrace.
Mother of my very Breath, hear me in this weeping;
This intensified wailing of my aloneness.
Show me the keys to the sacred doorway,
To Your resplendent City, in the Temple of Parvati. (Goddess of Love).
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 19th March, 2016.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
Despair and loneliness
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