With Coco In The Star-dust Sky!

With empty hands I walked... And he filled my sky with star-dust! When bygones were long gone... He held me close & Breathed life in my cup! Upon being kissed, I Asked.... Beloved now what shall I call myself when the world asks 'Who Art Thee!' He Said; Tell them Im That Love; That God as Breath Breathes! . One day He asked me what it is that thou can offer me, I said whatever thou please! And then he said so be it, "Give me thy most cherished dream!" And I gave away my reason to live; to be his artist! And then a spear cut right across my soul & I bled tears unspoken of. For what will my existence be if not to serve him. And days like months passed & I wondered there's no meaning to life at all. Yet! He kept singing & igniting my heart, saying my Beloved! Don't you know by now "My Chosen-one you Art!" . I said, weren't it thou that planted these seeds & when tiny sapling sprout, thou nurtured it with Sun, Water & Wind! Thou uprooted dead twigs & made sure my roots were earth-deep. And now Thou who planted it, ask me to give-away all . He said- Open thy hands let thy soul breathe, for in your holding on to this dream; you forgot what it is to Be! You've held onto it so tight; suffocating from it the life! For until you let go & give it all to me, your wings shall die in clenched-fist! . Yet! One is aware of the mind, as it feeds through ears & eyes, and in its fear it thinks it knows all, but can one who can only memorise the lyrics ever know how to sing a song! . And then my love for him surpassed this Cherished need; for no longer I wished to be his artist... I then opened my hands & let go the thorn that like poison-bled & in that moment he made heavens cry & sprinkle star-dust through his breath . He wrote to me this verse- "That Love alone you Art My Beloved One!" Why do thou then care for name-tags & identities when thou can be my cup that's Ever-full...never-empty . O! Fret naught my child in Being Nothing! For in Nothing is Everything! Now whenever this empty cup shall sing, Know! That open hands alone carry his dreams! For wings of butterflies only die in clenched-fist! . Copyright: Meghna/2019