I've No Idea Where She's Taken Him

I did not Surrender,
I did not Quit struggling,
Rather, Surrender took me,
And the end of struggle simply… came.

She stole it!
And I've no idea where She has taken it.

When She entered my Heart, Fierce and Jealous,
She sensed, hidden somewhere within,
Another lover, as jealous as She,
Of long residence, who refused to leave…

The felt sense of “self” which had moved me…

To grasp, and seek to hold,
To create, and struggle to sustain,
To fix, and strive to maintain,
To move in sorrowful effort toward “worthiness”.

And so She began Her long, Fierce Search,
High and low, in hidden passages,
And secret compartments,
Until, at last one day…

She found it, and stole it!
And I've no idea where She has taken it.

How confounding…
And the poor mind reels,
For all that “he” was, remains…
But is no longer “his”.

The Thief left the belongings, and stole the owner!
And I've no idea where She has taken him.

After The Great Robbery,
The mind struggled irreconcilably, reduced…
From wizened "knower", to wide-eyed Child,
From diamond-like articulator, to mouth-breathing Idiot.

She stole knowledge, and left only Wonder!
And I've no idea where She has taken it.