When the path I walk gets muddy,
my feet stuck in
what do I have then
to hold on to …
to prevent from falling…
into this sloppy slippery puddle,
what would cleanse
the dirt off my body
without my thoughts eroding…?
Sins of past or present
that form a web of myths
my body of attachment
spinning the threads more tight…
From the rubble ,
how do I come out
clean and pure
and pray for a place…
where the souls are cleansed for ever
their old layers are washed and shed.
An ablution of the mind and the soul ,
that happens on the doorstep of your heaven,
I await to enter the cosmos..
where my pristine heart wins forever…
I see a light descending
and the shadow of dark vanishing,
where the flood of the luminescence fills
the dark corners of the misery…
Into this existence of yours,
carry me my Lord!
where I am embraced, by your grace,
to assimilate myself, in your manifest…
reassured and ascertain,
That you will wash away
my previous layers
of clogged and smothered dirt,
the golden shine…
lost in the way…
To re liven my spirit and resurrect!