248. The Quintessence of Loneliness {Hafiz}

After a breakup. After realizing that the projections we have created. With another person. Or maybe even for another person. Or for ourselves with another person in those projections. When they come crashing down. And we realize that was all our imagination. And while it could have happened. Possibly in another timeline and another dimension. It didn't happen. For us right now. Healing after a breakup. Requires. Loneliness. It requires solitude. It requires being alone. This was a Hafiz poem called the Quinta sense of loneliness. I am like a heroin addict in my longing for a sublime state for that ground of conscious nothing where the rose ever blooms. Oh, the friend has done me a great favor. And so thoroughly ruined my life. What else would you expect to seeing God would do. Out of the ashes of this broken frame, there is a noble rising sun pining for death because since we first met beloved. I have become a forerunner to every world except that one in which there is only, you. Or me. Now that the heart has held that which can never be touched. My subsistence is a bless a desolation. And from that I cry for more loneliness. I am lonely. I am so lonely, dear beloved. For the Quinta sense of loneliness. For what is more alone than God. What is more pure and alone. What is as magnificently sovereign. As God. It fits so nicely with my. One of my favorite poems. Called. Absolutely clear. And which is this. Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft. My voice so tender. My need of God. Absolutely clear. Often. I told those searching for that. Somebody that special somebody. Especially those who are never single. Who are never alone, who are never without. A partner or someone. They hope is a partner. Be single for awhile, be alone for awhile. Be with yourself. So, you know, What turns you on, you know, what. Things you turn to when. Stuff gets tough. I know yourself through and through, so you can tend your own. Garden. Because. Your own garden. Well attract. That of the beloved. And it's the beloved. Can then come to you through another person. But it doesn't work when you're reaching. And it works when you're tending the garden of your own heart and soul. The quintessence of loneliness. I am lonely for the Quinta sense of loneliness because nothing. As, as lonely as God. And once you get a taste. Of that, which we all really actually are. How can we want anything else? And then you meet that in another. It is so sweetly, divine. Until next time I'm sending all the love and then some more. We'll talk tomorrow.