The beauty of the moment of meeting with my Master could best be narrated in this poem.
I hope you all will be able to relate it to your own heavenly beloved.
My meeting with my DIVINE
was a sacred encounter,
it led me to a feeling of fullness,
I just stared and kept still,
my eyes were full of tears and
they fell like an unstoppable realm of water,
my heart was just at peace,
“still” as my body was still,
at this time I wondered the beauty and
automation of my body,
our body does all its vitals without any external effort;
I realized it,
For, it was a sacred encounter.
It was as some radiance was just pouring deep inside me
like the light of moon was just taking away all the darkness;
The beauty of the moment is just beyond words;
I wish to relive those moments by closing my eyes;
But not always those memories are refreshed,
because it’s our mind which dictates our world and our deeds;
My meeting was just full of love for my master,
so, it was just a sacred encounter.
MANY MANY THANKS TO MY MASTER
MY IN HIM