What guides me is not

Inner peace or immense joy

But a divine nausea

That drives me

Almost to a point of madness

With no other desire

Than to seek that which

I would otherwise

Not want to find


The eventual

Bliss of purely being

And approving calm

To my searching
acknowledgement

Are merely the fruits of

Its seemingly aimless

Binding vines



It led me through

Every obstacle

Every unforeseen summit

All of which I'm ever

Humbly grateful

For especially

It led me to

You


So

Please tell me

My beloved

Does it haunt you too?