Not long ago an Inspiration flowed from Heavens
A voice quite similar to own but of deepest repose
Something Winged brushed me and made me fly
Amazing insights and Chillness in the Hearts
Gently started moving quite further inside
A vacuum started finding its forms as storms so subtle
Expansion in Isolation, boundaries drawn by the One
A stream of music illuminated million galaxies in that little vacuum
Little I really know- What is in store!
A Beam of ray- The soothing it extolled
As it fell on my Heart – Oh heavens should be this thing-Love!
The Dust gathered moss and a dew engulfed oceans
An Image I feebly recognized of that Love
Into my Own but all of Its Own
The One which weathered Absolute in All!
Should I call this my Mother or My Father?
Or the revelations that was Pouring as from Primordial Master
Or But All of this and The God- who came in me to Seek and become?
A voice quite similar to own but of deepest repose
Something Winged brushed me and made me fly
Amazing insights and Chillness in the Hearts
Gently started moving quite further inside
A vacuum started finding its forms as storms so subtle
Expansion in Isolation, boundaries drawn by the One
A stream of music illuminated million galaxies in that little vacuum
Little I really know- What is in store!
A Beam of ray- The soothing it extolled
As it fell on my Heart – Oh heavens should be this thing-Love!
The Dust gathered moss and a dew engulfed oceans
An Image I feebly recognized of that Love
Into my Own but all of Its Own
The One which weathered Absolute in All!
Should I call this my Mother or My Father?
Or the revelations that was Pouring as from Primordial Master
Or But All of this and The God- who came in me to Seek and become?
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