I made it to the beginning

Peace Can't Wait – Hood Memorial Christian Church

Lying for months inside fear and self doubt, crippled,
Hoping for a saviour strong
Praying for deliverance every second
Not daring to make a move, in case it went wrong

Day after day, as I lay low
Watching my fears grow
The thought of giving up inviting
for me, who was tired and exhausted of fighting

Why are there no answers to my cries of agony?
If there is a God, where is He?
If there is a universe, what is it doing?
Am I delusional to pray so? thus escalated my brooding.

At times, there came flickers of light
Too small to enlighten but present
Ecstatic I become on seeing such a sight
And strength in my faith, escalating

Suddenly, the surroundings all dark
I feel pulled from all directions, tortured
Layers of my being were being torn
Though afraid, to the memories of that light I latched on

A test to my faith, it seemed so
As unimaginable pain and discomfort
Taunted my mind, which thought
It impossible to get respite from this incessant storm

Suddenly, the pain subsided
The storm vanished, as though no more
A warmth touched my eyes
And strengthened my soul

Disbelievingly, I slowly uncurl
Feeling a tickling gentle shock throughout my form
Stepping forward hesitantly, I find
The earth firm beneath my feet, the entrapment gone

Standing tall, I discover
A pair of leaves waving confidently
A network of firm roots nourishing
A tender yet infinitely strong body

Surrounding me are hundreds of massive trees
That the storm hath not hurt? I ponder
And realize that it was a storm within me
That helped me become and evolve.

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Our Eternal Mother

The universe knows my struggle As I face nightmares in my sleep It knows my ecstatic happiness When I achieve my dreams within this dream The awakening is tough When I force ^ myself to become aware That my reality is but maya (slumber) That my consciousness needs elevation In the name of renunciation Don't force yourself dear little one The eternal universe warmly says What use is it to show the secrets of the cosmos, to a half awakened child who would rather prefer its sleep? What use is it to show nectar To a tiger loving its meat? Come to me when you're ready little one, f orever awaiting your arrival, i will be Fear not the world you leave behind, f or I am the true reality Forsake your ahamkaara* Forsake your sense of self For you are a dramatist emoting my script A director's actor, a breathing puppet Take however long to arrive at this realization Fear not death, for it is but the next ...

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