Filled is the soul with light,
of unfolding consciousness,
as the bud opens and the flower smiles.
Rich and soulful is the deep,
in the space of stillness.
The whispers of God,
the raindrops of healing,
A joy, I sense, in this homecoming.
The closer I move to the heart of myself,
the closer I move to God,
There, the human in me meets the divine,
in the winds of solitude.
Drowning the despair,
I find the dreams.
Jayita Bhattacharjee
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