What is the use, Of a bucket of water in a flood, Food while tasting amrit, A candle in the light of a thousand suns. What external interest remains, When you pervade the mind and heart, Each atom and cell of the body are vibrating in your frequency, And your presence is felt deeper with each breath that is taken. What can be asked from men, Or desired from the world of form, When there is no gold that could exchange, Your essence into which we transform. The only destiny in life, Is to come home to you. To hold your hand, And follow your footsteps, Is all that I will ever do.
Posted by shuchitrainer888 at 2023-04-05 16:03:57 UTC