Verge of Suicide It was late,when I retired for the night closed my eyes but not to sleep. Before me like a mist, a perfectly outlined, glided,beautiful being who only a few minutes before had come close to me, Their voices broke upon my ear. like the murmur of the sea, As round the mountains craggy steep The trailing vapors curve and sweep, hand in hand and side by side, Through space unmeasured, soft I glide, It is barely possible that this delightful being belonged on this side of life; my thoughts are told In light that gleams like burnished gold, With pulse that throbs to mine, my thoughts,also have words I cannot speak, the breath that fans my cheek, with arms that round the twine I laugh with light shed largely round. Nature too supplies all my wants, and nothing ever impairs my peace of mind. Im lost in all significance. All my actions,judgments, science, and art itself, I realized that its all self-indulgence, appeared to I in a new light Im a happy man now, begin to hide my bootlaces that I might not hang myself between the wardrobes in my room when undressing at night; Crossing a bare common in snow puddles at twilight, under a clouded sky. My way to the Great Light lay through the jungle of my mind, along the way I found the path clear and plain that i left a torchlight, Im not the first and apparently not the last and at any rate not the only one. With the fear of death bringing me to the verge of suicide
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 23:50:09 +0000
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