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06/03/11
My Loneliness
Loneliness is the only antidote to hubris, self-importance, that I know. A minuscule dose goes an amazingly great long way, When there's no one to commune with Other than your own spirit and its accommodating soul mates: Poetry, music, painting, dance, cinema, daydreaming, breathing.
There was a time, a protracted lapse of contentment, happiness, When my type-A ego denied, decried, deplored being by itself, Even when sequestered in sleep's life-affirming recesses, Dreaded the sense of emptiness that accompanied solitude, Obsessed over any date on the calendar not allocated to hurly-burly.
But all that occurred before I learned how to be alone, Listen to silence dialoguing with its kindred sensibilities, Learned to need no one, to corroborate my earthly purpose, No one save for my imagination, which gave voice to me, With the tongue God gave it, to translate His universe into mine.
These days of my early late age, Loneliness has become my most trusted companion, lover, muse, To whom I dedicate every poem I compose in my notebook of life; Indeed, she's my spiritual guide, my Shekhinah, my messiah, I her devoted acolyte, to whom I sing my songs of deep devotion.
And maybe, one day, before my abiding creativity dries beyond dust, When I'm dying, no more, for the inextricable holding of our hands, She and I just might decide to strike a blood covenant With the ethereal cosmos, to immortalize us, Spend the beginning of eons teaching love how to love loneliness.
06/03/11
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