What to Do?
What is there to be done?
If I do thus, and refrain from thus,
If I make a Goddess of Her,
If I move in concept of Her,
I am Her brother, and She my sister.
I am Her son, and She my mother.
I am Her Lover, and She my Beloved.
Where would I go to find Her,
What would I do to win her Love,
I cried one day,
And She Came…
Both of us Vanishing in Heaven.
What to do?
Ache with the Whole of your Being,
These, alas, are not “techniques”,
These must be native to our Heart,
As Prisoners of Love.
Among the infinite paths,
This is the only Way I know,
Sadly, I am not much use.