A flash out of the void
a vanishing
you said it wasn't real
you said that clinging 
to it was sorrow 
you attended long lectures
about its non-existence
weekend retreats to get
rid of what wasn't there
but at night alone you
often admitted to having
no idea what it is
where it comes from or
what this luminous darkness
means that fills you not
with dread so much as
ineffable yearning all you
really know is that your  
life is the flash the perpetual

echo after image in the eye 
that cannot see out of its
own dazzled blindness ripe
and desperate now why not
confess how much you need
the Beloved?