By Jullie Chaudhuri.
With every breath i am aware there’s so much more...so much that is left unsaid...
With every breath...
...that was...
...and...
With each breath...
...that is left...
the Lord Is...
...and...
...i...
...i am His...
With every breath...
...there is nothing else to expect...
...except...
Him...
And so...
...my soul longs only for Him...
...knowing deeply...
...focussing only on this...
...thought...
...that assuages, alleviates...
...and emits bliss...
That -
He Is...
...and His Word is...
...and...
...for all times...
...interminably...
...i...i remain His...
With every breath...
...i am aware there’s so much more...
...so much that is left unsaid...
...reflecting upon His Words and His Gaze...
...the heart wonders at this abrupt phase...
...time stands still...
...the being feels...
...suspended...confined...suffocated...
...in an indissoluble net...
...atoning...as well as beseeching clemency...
...for many a karmic debt...
...to herald in a Cosmic Kismet...
Awaiting...
...prolonged glimpses of the cherished Lotus Feet...
...indeed that promised incomparable Celestial Banquet...
Accordingly,
With every breath that is left...
...i seek Him...
...emotions skirt the brim...
...for the Beloved One...
...for Bhagawan...
...for nothing else exists...
Dear, dear ones...
...isn’t it true...
...for me and you...
That...
...only He Is...
...and we, along with the rest of creation...
...remain eternally His...
Though an Everlasting Phenomenon...
...and a Phenomenal Quiz...
Yet,
He is What He is...
He is Who He is...
He is not That nor This...
He quite simply Is...
...none can fathom, analyse...
...or question His ways...
Nonetheless...
...for Mother Earth, this interlude...
...this duration of a perplexing Mystical Eclipse...
...of a precisely orchestrated Divine Lapse...
...a prolonged bewildering Exalted Lisp...
...is a period of colossal personal crisis...
...even as She pulsates this...
...i echo and follow suit...
...for, in spite of revelling in His Omnipresence...
...i do Him...
...His Presence...inexplicably miss...
...how can i resist...?
...how can i desist...?
...how can i avoid this...?
...a void persists...
...something is grossly amiss...
...what little i know of Him...
...what He...
...in His timeless Mercy allows me to know...
...it’s certain -
The Lord will keep His word...
Each word is precise...specific...compact...
...each word is a Sacred Contract...
...in keeping with this most Sacrosanct Advent...
...each utterance a commitment...
...between creation and Him...
...He alone inspires the scriptures and every exalted hymn...
One day soon will clear this mist...
...every breath knows this...
That treasured Profile...
...can never be a mere silhouette...
...with every breath that was...
...i adored Him...
...and so...
...with every breath that is left...
...i await Him...
The era of Sathya Sai has so much more...
...in store...
Every breath looks forward to this...
...to that pledged transcendental magnificent tryst...
...while profoundly acknowledging -
Shraddha and Saburi...
Patience is an asset...
...and Faith knows no sunset...
...and Hope does conviction offset...
...As much as He Is...
...He will...
...and His Will is...
...ever so paramount...
...and decidedly crisp...
...And so,
i await Him...
...in the crystal clear essence of His Word...
...my substance does perennially swim...
Hence,
With every breath...
...that was...
...and is left...
...i am aware only of Him...
He Is...
...and i am...
...and will remain eternally His...
With every breath i am aware there’s so much more...so much that is left unsaid...
With every breath...
...that was...
...and...
With each breath...
...that is left...
the Lord Is...
...and...
...i...
...i am His...
With every breath...
...there is nothing else to expect...
...except...
Him...
And so...
...my soul longs only for Him...
...knowing deeply...
...focussing only on this...
...thought...
...that assuages, alleviates...
...and emits bliss...
That -
He Is...
...and His Word is...
...and...
...for all times...
...interminably...
...i...i remain His...
With every breath...
...i am aware there’s so much more...
...so much that is left unsaid...
...reflecting upon His Words and His Gaze...
...the heart wonders at this abrupt phase...
...time stands still...
...the being feels...
...suspended...confined...suffocated...
...in an indissoluble net...
...atoning...as well as beseeching clemency...
...for many a karmic debt...
...to herald in a Cosmic Kismet...
Awaiting...
...prolonged glimpses of the cherished Lotus Feet...
...indeed that promised incomparable Celestial Banquet...
Accordingly,
With every breath that is left...
...i seek Him...
...emotions skirt the brim...
...for the Beloved One...
...for Bhagawan...
...for nothing else exists...
Dear, dear ones...
...isn’t it true...
...for me and you...
That...
...only He Is...
...and we, along with the rest of creation...
...remain eternally His...
Though an Everlasting Phenomenon...
...and a Phenomenal Quiz...
Yet,
He is What He is...
He is Who He is...
He is not That nor This...
He quite simply Is...
...none can fathom, analyse...
...or question His ways...
Nonetheless...
...for Mother Earth, this interlude...
...this duration of a perplexing Mystical Eclipse...
...of a precisely orchestrated Divine Lapse...
...a prolonged bewildering Exalted Lisp...
...is a period of colossal personal crisis...
...even as She pulsates this...
...i echo and follow suit...
...for, in spite of revelling in His Omnipresence...
...i do Him...
...His Presence...inexplicably miss...
...how can i resist...?
...how can i desist...?
...how can i avoid this...?
...a void persists...
...something is grossly amiss...
...what little i know of Him...
...what He...
...in His timeless Mercy allows me to know...
...it’s certain -
The Lord will keep His word...
Each word is precise...specific...compact...
...each word is a Sacred Contract...
...in keeping with this most Sacrosanct Advent...
...each utterance a commitment...
...between creation and Him...
...He alone inspires the scriptures and every exalted hymn...
One day soon will clear this mist...
...every breath knows this...
That treasured Profile...
...can never be a mere silhouette...
...with every breath that was...
...i adored Him...
...and so...
...with every breath that is left...
...i await Him...
The era of Sathya Sai has so much more...
...in store...
Every breath looks forward to this...
...to that pledged transcendental magnificent tryst...
...while profoundly acknowledging -
Shraddha and Saburi...
Patience is an asset...
...and Faith knows no sunset...
...and Hope does conviction offset...
...As much as He Is...
...He will...
...and His Will is...
...ever so paramount...
...and decidedly crisp...
...And so,
i await Him...
...in the crystal clear essence of His Word...
...my substance does perennially swim...
Hence,
With every breath...
...that was...
...and is left...
...i am aware only of Him...
He Is...
...and i am...
...and will remain eternally His...
OM SRI SAIRAM
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