Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
The Cloud of Unknowing  is a phrase from the anonymous religious tract of the same name (written in late 14th century). The tract tells the reader to do away with all intellectual attempts to understand God. One should put all thoughts under a Cloud of Forgetting and pierce God’s Cloud of Unknowing with the dart of longing love. Thus God can be “grasped and held”. 

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