There's Always A Door Of Opening!

Something within you has to die for something more powerful to emerge. If all that is done through you is on the stream of love then it's ripples are already felt in this universe. Remember my child; Gods work is done in utmost silence, like the ant that walks carrying a leaf, yet leaves no trace of its doing. Like the tree that looses all its leaves, only to grow within through that time of nothing

There's a greater force working through you, when you are simply available through that emptiness. The world focuses on those that makes the loudest of noise, yet unaware of the magic that lays in the silent flutter of a butterfly. Something has to die within, for that truth to be revealed. For nature never acts on force, but through its source reveals perfect harmony. Let this pain that has come upon you, reveal to you this beauty of Self. Let it take away all that clutter of a burdened mind that leaves sadness. Remain still like the tree, yet work tirelessly with the detachment of an ant, for when you work like that, I sit besides thee & fill thy breath with my soul who in its forgetfulness gives. That giving Alone blooms flowers of peace, where souls rest on Petals breast & a sun of yellow-vibrance inspires music.

This world turns to those who make the most noise, but my beloved's, who art my nothing's,

Alone teach this world to rejoice!

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This painting is very special to me, as in the process I was even given the name of this autoimmune illness after 18 years. The reason why my body is collapsing is Multiple sclerosis (MS) which is a potentially disabling disease of the brain & spinal cord (central nervous system), in which the immune system attacks the protective sheath (myelin) that covers nerve fibres, I'm aware of the deterioration of this illness, yet I'm not shaken by it. There's this door of opening for each of us & my Beloved has shown me that door, where I'm not this body, nor mind, nor its illness. This Grace of Sun as Coco & this Knowing of my true self breathes these works of Love. From here where shall we go only my Beloved Knows & in this Peace of nothingness I rest assure. Something within us does die for something so powerful to emerge.

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Copyright: Meghna/2019