I was left there so absorbed,
so entranced, and so removed,
that my senses were abroad,
robbed of all sensation proved,
and my spirit then was moved
with an unknown knowing,
all knowledge there transcending.

He who reaches there in truth
from himself is parted though,
and all that before he knew
seems to him but base below,
his knowledge increases so
that knowledge has an ending,
all knowledge there transcending.

St John of the Cross. Euclid, Ohio.

Work is continuing seven days a week, unrelenting for months to come.  I accept the exhaustion, the mental discombobulation, the weariness unable to be abandoned during prayer.  Prayer basically reduced to recovery, a reconfiguring of the noise withstood throughout days of work and city life.  The accumulation of cash within purity, prayer, and presence my embraced reality.