God, submerge me
within the darkness of your love,
that the consciousness
of my false, on a regular basis self
falls away from [me]
like a dirty garment. . . .
Might my ‘deep self’ fall into your presence . . . .
understanding you alone . . .
carried away into eternity
like a lifeless leaf within the November wind.
(Thomas Merton, The Ascent to Fact, p. 238)