To His Yellow Grace Called Coco

Dearly Beloved…

In the Stillness of my Being I know I’m That,

By the way of living, This place of Heart;

Thy Presence makes Everything happen.

Beloved thou say Chanting Om is A man’s SOS Call to God-

Hence I chant, So When shall thou come…

Yet it sounds discord….

When Thou Art Right My Heart & Soul- My Self!”

When shall thou end this wait…

Yet it sounds disconnected to say so

When “Thou Art My Only Connect!”

Beloved there must still be a me left within;

A devotee wanting to touch thy lotus feet;

Even Whilst thou art verily the life that breathes life into this this fading body.

Yet, What is this Dichotomy & How shall it end?

Did Radha & Meera face this too….

Where they wait for thy Physical Presence;

Yet in The Knowing-

“Thou Alone Art The Self!”

Beloved…Let Silence that holds this longing & Awareness that there’s No you Nor me- Speak

For I no longer know how to phrase words to this innate-longing.

Whence there’s only Thou- Only you- MY Self!

This tremendous pain that this body is in, is only & Only Held By A Thin Thread of His Grace that alone gifts me Faith; Faith to Respect Cocos Selfless Undying Love, Atuls support & my spirit to keep going, no matter what.

©️Meghna/2023

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