Entrapped in dark emptiness
Heart searched, in restlessness
Groping in dark, unaided
To touch and be touched:
To love,
Be loved.
Searched, longed…
This love, forlorn
To regain
But in vain,
Clasped to nothing
Blindly groping
Illusions entrapped me
Waking reality set me free
Spirit within convicted me.
Spirit counseled
Enlightened
Strengthened
Comforted
I recovered
Reality triumphed
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