A strong pull felt
at the very core- deep within Self
and he transcends beyond senses
to keep his emotion & passion
and a thought far beyond the unchecked-
call it pretty normal
with enough control
like that of a tortoise-
his limbs withdrawn from the sensual mire
into the very centre-
deep into the soul's very chamber
only when love transcends into a prayer
and his taste soars
far beyond the mundane
to taste ambrosia,
and the elixir,
and the manna of love
and remain in trance
and turn sthithapragnya
and attain buddhahood
at the cost of giving up his ego & desire
and giving up everything- a whole world of ignorance
but giving mankind his love, kindness & compassion
while seeking the destination-
life's ultimate truth-
to die to unite
while relishing the sap of 'Gitanjali' in ecstasy
and dancing like Meera
with the blissful tune of the flute with each breath
and savouring the flavour of His divine presence
with him
every time
at every nook & corner
only when his love transcends into a prayer.
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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