Essence

You are

love who only can win hate.
formless sent by Formless.
Embodied consciousness not body.
Spirit trying to catch fist of Big Dad.
Butterfly aspiring to fly in universe.
Not larva in unison with earth.
Not ego who try to possess external.
Not desires who are like fetters.
Not mind pretending to be silent with inner noise.
Not intellect trying to open cosmic mystery.
Not wisdom which is heavy on the soul.
Not noise trying to win noise with noise
Not buffoon garlanding buffoon.
Love  which propels you to sit in mother's lap.
To surrender unconditionally in love before Thee
To welcome grief as it is His way of opening doors.
To slap me in face if ever I don't see You in anything.
To pray to Thee to humble mind to a sand grain.
Then qualified to sit in His lap.
Now Handcuffed by Dad & fettered in peace.
Worthy of your earned peace.




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