Arbitrary schemes
mythical formulations
states and processes
naïve realism
the dead abbreviation of life
how it all pales before you.
Philosophical speculations
the boundless caprice of imagination
fraud and illusion
the darkening shadow, drawing ever near
inarticulate achievements
vanity dancing on the tip of needle
you can have it
all I want is you.
The aura of your soul
set against a dark world
makes you
a companion to the stars
my guiding light.
My love for you is rooted
in its own inner lawfulness
the totality of my being
labors only on your behalf
I for you alone.
Objects and actions
melt into each other
undifferentiated total experience
I and you as one
the miracle of love.
– Nagel Styr
I’ve been thinking about this poem for a few days Matt… the object of this love is very lucky… yes… very fortunate indeed…