How much longer?
Father, how much longer do I have to hang out here? I don't belong here.
I have nothing here. I cannot get involved any longer in anything happening here. I no longer have any desire to entangle myself in what's happening here.
I just desperately want to get out of here.
I console myself somehow, each moment, that all these living creatures are only You, that all are your children, that this creation is Your creation and thus beloved. However, it is too clear that all this is wispy and mind-stuff, and the only reality is the stillness.