A Most Beautiful Sorrow

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

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

A Sorrow Illumined by that Bliss,
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, and yet…
I would never dream to transcend.

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

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

Illumined with Love's Immanence.

Love for this Wondrous World,
Of Heaven, and of 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 Water of Her Radiance,
Here, in the land of Joy and Sorrow.

Her Wine Intoxicates every Heartbeat,
Here, in The Tavern of The Beloved.

Her Fragrance Blesses every breath,
Here, in the Secret Garden of my Heart.

Here, in the midst of a Beautiful Sorrow,
So Very Beautiful… so Very Terrible…

I would never dream to transcend.

BitterSweet tears of Ecstasy and Agony,
Are shed for this Beautiful, Terrible World…

I would never dream to transcend.