And one day, when you will become soft like wax,
My thread of life will pass through you, and
Out of the passion and compassion of the time
Your one end will get lit
And the spread of Light through you will bring joy--
But the jealousy will hover on you and the moths will burn alive.
But you will keep on--
Melting and burning and spreading the Light,
Knowing that on the base of you
God is waiting to embrace you and to merge you in Infinity.
one day you will love me and become known to me
that knowledge when I will forget
of life and your image--
exist no more,
is the state of experience in consciousness:
God wants you and you don't want God,
value of every human is mostly not like that of an adult,
that inner being has never tried
with the outer being.
depth of my heart there is a beat.
I hope against hope that there will be common moments of life
neither you will talk, nor listen
enjoy the experience of the voice
comes through my heart,
our vibration will merge
be in a position to experience
of Undying Self.
This poem is published in the book "The Master's Touch," published
by Kundalini Research Institute, 1997, page 221. Please click here to order it.