The Soul Casts Its Net

If death weds us to new life,
With soul as priest
Invite me now to don white veil
And sacred vows repeat.
Weep not companion of companions,
Does despair make you fear?
Open to emptiness
Grow clear
Beyond good and bad,
Beyond visions, or wings of desire
Below what’s not there,
The soul casts its net
Life longing its peer.


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