PRAYER
My Lord, the Self:
Where lives the house of love
On the path of my Soul?
I walk lonely and suffer in every
Mourning hour for love’s surcease.
My Lord, the Self,
Where hides herself?
That beauty shorn from my being
In the call of birth
When my soul was bound to
The garment of flesh.
My Lord, I hunger,
The feast of life finds no joy alone.