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lesser desires.

when choosing your own loneliness becomes choosing the Beloved, the lesser desires have already exhausted themselves or worn us out or even manifested beautifully, leaving us now with the deeper ache. the oldest desire. the separation that wants union. the illusion that remembers the Beloved. the one that makes room for many, lesser beloveds, but holds space for the capital “B” Beloved, everywhere and nowhere. only to be felt, in fleeting glimpses, just out of reach.

choosing this loneliness contemplates an even worse fate, the possibility of losing the possibility. because fasting is a choice that honors the mystery. to starve is to acquiesce to famine. and that’s not what we want.

so we choose the loneliness. not starved and not desperate. in the place where all the vices and voices and distractions and obsessions and accomplishments set themselves aside. because there is plenty to do and be and seek—all the minor manifestations that don’t answer the purpose of your own manifestation.

but to choose the loneliness, to surrender into the movements that go nowhere and the silence that isn’t peace and the waiting with no relief, that’s where the Beloved will know to find you.