Knocking At The Door?
It is late at night and time to sleep.
As I am going to close my tired eyes
I hear a soundless sound.
I wonder who is knocking at the door?
I open the door of my heart
And lo and behold my heartdancing with ecstasy.
I am swimming in the river with no banks
And flying in the sky with no boundaries.
A flute is playing with no player.
I'm Radhamerging with Krishna!
On Aug 19, 2020Shyam Gupta wrote :
Beautiful poem, sir. I guess we need ti sit peacefully, fully with our innerself, then only grms like these would appear.
On Aug 22, 2020rose wrote :
A Deeply beautiful and moving revelation of how Divine whispers to those who have learned to 'lean in' in order to receive. Bless You.