With you I can only seek
   to dissolve myself,
and become like the emptiness
   of a clear winter sky,
the shedding of much light,
but from a distant source.
My heart, a fiery sun,
   obeys the season,
and seeks not to warm
that which is its ground,
not knowing if it be but barrenness
   or a lying fallow.
Seek nothing, my soul advises,
look not down, but up.
Fix your view over and beyond,
   and into emptiness.

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© 1990 Steven E. Callihan

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