Dark Night of the Soul

Everything is meaningless! the noble king recalls (in defeat, we’d once expected; now we sweetly cede: elated). neither

Condemn that creeping ink of dark nor crave that coruscation. the return of

Light heeds longing not: both sun and shroud must perish by the swell of

Inhalation or the humbled bow of sigh. draw your breath and hold them deep to

Perceive all we've mistaken. and from the still we glean at once the premise of Qoheleth,

Stoic and surrendered through his many tested years. a simple song that

Echoes, phantom waves within the nautilus: we’re free — thank God or Goddess — to know yet death as meaningless!