A Beautiful Sorrow

There is a Beautiful Sorrow.
How can I ever explain?

So Beautiful…
I would never dream to “transcend”.

A Sorrow Illumined by that Love,
Which is beyond Joy and Sorrow.

So Beautiful…
I would never dream to “transcend”.

Born of the BitterSweet Transience,
Of our existence in this ephemeral Dream.

So Beautiful… so terrible…
I would never dream to transcend.

Lovers of the Absolute would leave this world,
And vanish in formless transcendence.

I have been to that Heaven,
And returned… not transcendent, but…

Illumined with Love's Immanence.

Love for this Wondrous World,
Of Heaven and Hell.

So Beautiful… so Terrible…
I would never dream to transcend.

I have drowned in Her Formless Embrace,
And awakened again on the shores of Duality…

Drenched in the Wine of Her Presence,
Here, in the land of Joy and Sorrow.

Her Presence Intoxicates every Heartbeat,
Here, in The Tavern of The Beloved,

Her Fragrance Blesses every breath,
Here, in Her Secret Garden,

So Beautiful… so Terrible…
I would never dream to transcend.

BitterSweet tears of Ecstasy and Agony,
For this Beautiful… Terrible World…

I would never dream to transcend.