Let me go through the drain of energy,
the loss of happiness,
ruminating on what came too fast, too deep,
and was gone too soon.
It's painful, distracting,
a helpless pattern in a loop;
However much I discern,
It leaves me amidst a coup.
I still go through the pain I had;
It doesn't leave as soon as I wish it would.
I ruminate on what I don't control,
knowing what is in my control is mute.
Whatever my past was,
the causes for which there is an effect;
If pain and confusion are those gifts,
With grace, I accept that defect.
How long will all this go on?
At the most, all of one lifetime?
Remember, I must,
The grace of God puts none but a rhyme.
There is bitterness,
pain, despair, and even trauma.
Yet I know all this won't go in vain,
for what I am meant to claim.
As is, so will be.
As be, so is.
The path made of flowers or thorns,
I must walk through.
Pause. Watch.
The journey should go on.
Shri Mataji,
If this pain I must endure,
Be all my strength;
If this pain must end soon,
Be all my comfort.
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