Sitting in the embrace of my own arms,
in the womb of souls light,
its safe here,
such comfort,
nourishment,
a place where peace dwells,
no vulchers can ever come close, stripping all away piece by piece,
I close my eyes,
only love runs through my veins,
I see and feel it flow,
heart beating faster, the essence of my being,
like a flower, a lotus, sitting in its center,
its petals shimmer with each flow'
with every beat,
glowing, glowing,
after glow.
Who could ever understand my heart,
who could ever truly see what its rhythm is,
how it flows when its ready to dance,
so slow and gentle, every step is,
guiding,
directing,
every move becomes poetry,
poetry in motion.
I, the only one who can open the door,
I am the key,
I am the lock,
to my own living heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am the key I am the lock / to my own living heart. Good poem. Yours Gajanan Mishra