A mystic’s dark night.

The dark night of the soul.

Walking the mystic's path

It is so easy to write when your soul is free to fly. Soaring to the beloved waiting arms.  I feel so sad enough to die. But I say nothing to cause any trouble or alarm. The high of divine love is gone. In its place is the stark empty pit. My soul no longer can sing my lover’s song. Alone in the blackness I sit. Where are you, breath of my soul? I move about without any light. My mortal flesh has turned cold. My soul no longer has the mystic’s sight.

Yes this is the true dark night for me. Abandoned by my Divinity. What is it to be? Let this not be my eternity. Come again, fire from the heights! Take pity, have mercy, give me release. Touch me once more, to my great delight. Let all torment now cease. Restore my soul, your once dwelling place…

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About Amber Drake

AKA Darkamber.
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2 Responses to A mystic’s dark night.

  1. just chris says:

    This article gave words to how my soul still feels without my kitties. 😥

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