Devine surrender

Her love for me is bountiful…

but my fear and needs to run away from pains and sufferings of,

dense bodily reality is bottomless too..

I dreamed of a chair with a big hole in the center,

next second,

the whole world just spiraling downward...

Sadly watching me just letting go of,

the beacon of faith,

turning back against the very light of my soul,

pitching into some abysmal endless void of fearful unknown…

She took a vow many lives’ time before…

that she would follow me till the end of the world…

through lives’ multitudes of dimensions and reincarnation,

would be there for me and be with me,

would plunge through heaven and hell to comfort,

aid me, and always be by my side…

But the fear is like a chokehold, some dreadful spell of a non-reversible curse,

haunting me, through days and nights,

driven our life’s paths further and further away…

One day, while drifting through that in-between altered space,

that I visited so often in dreams,

a soft pleading voice ringing:

“Please waking up my dearest one,

Stop fighting over your own soul,

take a hold of that fear,

just lift up your head,

the key to unlock thy heart,

is right above.

Please look up,

heaven’s blessings are written both within and without,

all around your very existence,

in the blue sky, in the thin air through continuous flow,

of effortless breath...

You are the very definition of magic and beauty,

that are made with pure magnificent unconditional love…”

......

Honey bees diligently,

plucking and collecting—

fresh sparkles of early morning’s essence;

Unicorns stubbornly,

kicking and cracking open

some sweet rosy Nectar of—

weathered, thickened heart petals...

flower of life slowly blossoming, rippling, radiating,

iridescent sun gold…

She’s just patiently gathering and reminiscing over some good old days’ framed memories….

plunging into the vastness of a dreamy flowery garden in some wonderland,

where she and I,

could finally be like kids again,

exposed under the soft sunbeam,

with the utterly fragile, innocent and vulnerable authenticity...

Quietly, she sat down next to me on a bench,

patiently waiting for my soul,

to unwind stories of eons of life-time,

Yet, all that can we hear is the sign from a long haired willow tree,

wiping off the tears and weights from the silence that follows...

A sign that we both waited for millions of years through lives’ cycling and recycling...

As soft as cotton fiber,

She laid her wings upon my solid shoulder,

we finally fell into a sweet slumber,

together...