Poem: Bhāva
BHĀVA
Your Love is a Wick that burns through me.
There is no Abstraction or Obstruction in this thought.
It is not a Poem, no Filters no Codes.
And when you burned through me—
I felt purified by the Echoes of your touch
Invade every Channel of my being.
I wept the way a Candle does weep—
when its wax surrenders—it wanes.
It was then that I no longer saw the flickering distinction;
separation between life and death.
I became Oblivious
consumed by You.
I am You
and you are That.
—
About Ji’s Devotion and Ecstasy Poems
