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.