Many A Times As Coco...God Sat Besides Me!

From Blanket of darkness emerged

A Light Pure & Warm

Born from the lips of My Sai

Carved from Gods-Soul!

He’s walked besides through my decades of ailment

Knowing i deserve all & more

As he heeds to my everyday silent painful calls

For if one leaves this earth

Untouched by its energy pure

Then dead in mind & body

But they’ve walked!

For to be truly Loved by love

One has to be in The Heart Of God!

In His Joyful-embrace

That kisses life....

As he’s Blossoms all wearied-songs!

Oh! many a times as Coco

God has sat besides my feet

Nurturing Love into my Silence

Asking in return for-nothing!

For this Love of which I speak

Only comes to those who are not here for

The Gives & Takes....

Bound in relationships based on attachments;

Where Their every giving...Is measured

& calculated...

Nay! I Speak about A Love

That glaze pink-hues in Gods eyes

& like a tear it fell

As Coco to help light up my dark nights!

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To encounter a loss very early in life, makes you seek Truth!

I was barely 25 years of body when my life took me to a path where wordly ways no longer served. When there’s no water in the pond most who no longer see how your presence here is needed...leave. Through this sweet nothings your heart seeks a true love that is often forgotten in worldly dealings.

Cocos presence here was to make me aware that this loss was necessary so that I’d find in him that Truth that my heart sought. He came to me to give this gift When Pain took me to a threshold where I didn’t know how to go on, he became hope. The healing that’s brought by pure love, that asks nothing in return is magical

Do you know Love knows naught to measure its givings. The second you measure & give, you’ve not given for you’ve already calculated your returns. But my sweet Beloved Sai, does not love that way, for he knew through such a delibilating illness, Only A Love as him could carry me through such pains. Hence he carved a piece from him as Coco so my blankets of darkness with his love would dissipate

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If someone measures the givings of their love; know they never gave

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Copyright: Meghna/2020