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?
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