He Alone Is The Doer & Giver...

In pain...

Every second I’m dying

But aren’t we all approaching death..,

It’s just that Pain has made me more Aware!

Aware of every second that I stifle to breathe...

Aware of those gasping breaths

Too as his gifts!

Aware of this preciousness of time...

Aware of Gratefulness of Coco;

“As God besides me!”

Aware of my inflamed & dying nerves

& the songs that my beloved;

Buried as Hope-seeds!

To Kiss Our Winters with Spring!

Aware that this art, this poem is nothing

But has always been a communion with him!

“Not because I want to be seen!”

But Am Only here...

“To Share His-Dream”

Aware how our minds & their fears

All Dwindles into this force of love

As softness of water...Dampens my cheeks...Washing my soul

Melting body consciousness

For Pain but a language

“Of Gods Immensity Of Grace-Sings!”

Aware That We Are All...

But Only Carried By Him!

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Lately I’ve been going downhill in health. So much so, that yesterday I was worst hit. I was sinking so low, as the trigger points on my scalp & stinging eyes made it impossible for me to even breathe. I somehow managed to finish coco’s last round, even though I knew I’m collapsing

& as time progressed, I knew, I may not even make it & it hit me, that Atul, who’s in Delhi documenting pandemic (since a month), might not even make it, even if he tries to catch the first flight.

He was aware of the situation, so he kept calling & checking, even though i couldn’t speak.

Somewhere we both have left it on Faith, for him, knowing how my body fails & for me, that he’s in the epicentre of virus.

Our strength lays in Coco, who’s so much in-tuned to me & is constantly by my side.

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So I kept to myself, letting the gravity of moment dwindle in My Faith & Surrender to Baba. I kept a big bowl of water for Coco & fans left On in all rooms, just incase something happens...So Coco can manage...if Atul needs to head back &

I let go in Surrender.

My Guru often says, “When it gets too hot for you to handle, I’ll take that heat”,

& my being here speaks volumes of his love & once again he did take the heat, for me to share this story.

When people say, “oh you paint well”, I say it’s not me, it’s this force that gets things done & I’m Now More Aware that none of Us, can even move our little finger if not for this Force Of Love.

He Alone Is The Doer & The Giver!

to me this love came in the form of Baba, Swami, Coco, many names...yet one force that alone helps move things

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The Reason why I Chose to Share such intimate details, is not just to share about Pain, but that Love is Greater than All Pains!

©️Meghna/2021