The Colors Of My Spirit, I Paint Upon Your Lips!

Let God take away all that

That never belonged to you

Let him burn it all;

Those relations Born from bodily attachments that at the bed of death drops

The mind that wanes & roars

Feeding on your soul;

Let him take it all...

Let him burn; for thy soul needs naught!

If God walks with you, it is enough to even carry with a tattered robe!

The body is but an instrument

& when He burns away it's dependency on attachments of relations, of mind that bleeds

Then thou shall know the power of His gift!

For something so powerful, yet so silent carries you, as Universe you breathe!

The ways of the world are of give & take....

But the ways of Self are to give even to those who bleed with hate!

Whom do you think can you hate; but your own Self

Whom do you think can judge; but by loosing your self

Whom do you think can cast an eye upon, but on thy very weak mind

Whom do you think can ridicule on

When it is only you stripping yourself

For bodies fade, mind shall get swallowed, relations shall leave, identities born from work too shall go & all that you shall be left with

Is Your Self!

And that Self shall only sing of Love

For Love & In Love!

Beyond all bodily attachments!

Let it burn all, till there's only a heart of a child;

That blooms God in all spontaneity of giving!

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When after 18years of this chronic ailment, I'm told it is Multiple Sclerosis & how deliberating this illness can be, I've seen it from a place of strength in the self. That one day this body shall burn why cry about it. I've seen from a place of faith that carried me in its arms all these years. I've seen from the place of truth that I've been so giving to many souls even through this ailment & now it's time I fulfil my own soul that only sings Paint, Paint for your Beloved. I've been ridiculed, judged, even been called mad when this illness could not be diagnosed. But this Self floats above all stories. Unaffected peaceful even with an ailing body. So let it burn all that no longer serves you, but keep that heart that spills fragrance

To the yellows of my Coco; that leave Colours of my spirit upon thy lips

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Copyright: Meghna/2019