Some love the Beloved
as the worshipful Other
and dance in their
Divine embrace.
Others see only God
or Brahman in all things
and as themselves,
Indivisible.
Some appear far away
from any God
alone in their existence
and dismissive of the One.
It makes no difference
to the Immutable Foundation,
blind to all distinctions, denial
and impossible contradictions.
Free of all conceptions
and relative truths
Am I.
Love the art work. As for the poem, the individual would say:-
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave…