Tear-drops, Black Rose & Stars!

On painful breast...

I've laid my wings to rest...

Tis song that you've heard not...

My Beloved has made it his own

He keeps it under his eyelids

Where charcoal-dust cries...

As my test-drop is verily his most

Precious-light!

For even through such darkness

A Black Rose in devotion smiles

As Petals crush...

Taking away all that was hers...

For Beloved whispers;

"This Separation too, My Child

No longer serves!"

For Thy Eyes Are the doorways

Through which I Love!

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Hold Gratitude in your heart for everything, especially for times that thorns made you bleed & nourished your soul with its prick. For pain when kissed by God opens a beautiful doorway within. While life crushes your feet & brings you down upon your knees; Let it take all, your mind-body, yet know the seed only breaks open as a bud through its darkest-hour. And as a black rose blooms with tears, that Beloved collects & sprinkles away as stars

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This painting of Coco was started almost a month back, but due to my autoimmune flare-up this small piece of wood took its own time. This autoimmune flare is at its worst, as heat breaks open from every pore of my skin, especially through ears & eyes & a brain fog that leaves one fatigue.

It's been almost a month as Atul is on assignment travelling & my Beloved Lord gave me an assurance that no child of his can ever be helpless & how beautifully that Promise has been kept.

When you let go the control this Universe takes charge for your tears of gratitude even through such pains, Alone fills his sky with stars

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With Coco my healer of love- mixmedia painting on a 9.5x3.5 inch wood block .

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Copyright: Meghna/2019