Sublime

one soul in bodies twain,

In my solitude you haunt me / With reveries of days gone by. / In my solitude you taunt me / With memories that never die

Say to my soul, “Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away.” Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long.

He thought that this voice was “the soul in the primitive sense,” which he called the anima (the Latin word for soul).

2. Through lightheartedness and neglect of our defects we may not feel our soul’s burden, but we often vainly laugh when we have every reason to weep.

bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

It is only when the slumbering ego perceives itself not as a body, but as a free soul or son of God, residing in and working through the body, that it can rightfully and lawfully demand its divine rights.

Thus the dark night of the soul exists for the sole purpose of furthering love, a love that is partially realized in each experience of the dawn. In the last verse of his final poem, John writes of this awakening: How gently and lovingly you wake in my heart, where in secret you dwell alone; and in your sweet breathing, filled with good and glory,