When The Last Drop Of Tear Carried Its Blessing!

The last drop of tear carried its Blessing;

Of My Beloved's Promise!

As the sky turned orange...carrying with it the last of storm

Where strings of attachments fade;

Like A Mind New-born;

This Mind does not think;

Nor it has any story to weep...

As my Beloveds Kiss opened that space; where sorrow no longer breathes...

In this Stillness of Now

Loves immensity is Known!

Like A Stream of Consciousness

Where fears of mind no longer have its hold;

Everything passes, thoughts like Cloud too drift;

In This Space of Knowing!

Where I'm that smile...

That dances upon Gods lips

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We still believe in flowers...in the softness of life...in the voice so blue...where Petals bloom white...a lace of thoughts that lay like buds wanting to be kissed by lord, a child that listens, listens to this Universes silent song, a laughter that's born, when all plans go awry & lost, for there's no need to become, when Being-ness Alone is the song; Oh! Have you felt that tingle where leaves hear those subtle breaths; of flowers that seem to sleep, yet splurge on Colours that have not been painted yet!

This is the space of no-mind that no longer thinks, for it's never the words of thoughts but inspiration that poetry weaves.

When the thinking mind is swallowed Spring blooms from within thee; Oh! That fragrance breath of Love that ones Being state brings. Give it all I say, in this Garden of our Beloved Lord; for the mind that weeps it's last tear, in its offering, a blessing is born.

I speak to you of this space that blooms within a Flowers breath, where sun lays its Stream & butterflies wings lay rest. For what more can be a place to rest, then fading of all your thoughts of mind as Mind too is swallowed & there's truly no time, but this awareness of here & now....

Where the tinge of a Flowers peace ribbons on thy soul.

For I've laid this colour upon thy lips & in this moment of freedom Gods Breath of Love is nothing but our souls

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Even through the worst of autoimmune flare-ups, this space within makes all pain-body fade, as this awareness is his grace, With Coco through all

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Copyright: Meghna/2019