I am sick-
I am dizzy-
from this never-ending sine wave
of rapture and despair.
"This is hell!"
cries my voice.
"And so it shall be!"
replies the same,
"Until you can know,
in your heart as well as your mind,
that pain is but the steed of love;
and you can believe,
in your mind as well as your soul,
in a world in which down
is just another kind of up,
and all roads lead to the Beloved."





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