The purifying process extends itself
to the very centre of I-hood, the will.
This is the spiritual crucifixion
so often described by the mystics.
It is the great desolation in which
the soul seems abandoned by the Divine.
The Self now surrenders itself,
its individuality and its will completely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tony, you have so eloquently and succinctly penned a poem of exquisite mystical beauty. It is always such a great pleasure to read your poetry. Thank you so very much for the wonderful journey.
thank you very much dear Poet Richard. God bless you always.