In those moments..
which are very intimate, the silence dawns..You are stilled out in the nothingness,where one realizes that Life is nothing except HIM . Those moments are very precious, One finds the significance of the life with HIM. Each moment is beating with life..
In that deep union with the master, one doesn't see any barriers anywhere, just everything is clear. Surrender has just happened .. and one is in so much intense longing , so he has no other option than offering his existence to the one to which he really belongs to, The Master!
"What I can do for you, master? " And indeed we can not do anything for the divine, in fact It is HIS LOVE for US , that He's somewhere allowing us to find that 'We are doing something for him' ...
which are very intimate, the silence dawns..You are stilled out in the nothingness,where one realizes that Life is nothing except HIM . Those moments are very precious, One finds the significance of the life with HIM. Each moment is beating with life..
In that deep union with the master, one doesn't see any barriers anywhere, just everything is clear. Surrender has just happened .. and one is in so much intense longing , so he has no other option than offering his existence to the one to which he really belongs to, The Master!
"What I can do for you, master? " And indeed we can not do anything for the divine, in fact It is HIS LOVE for US , that He's somewhere allowing us to find that 'We are doing something for him' ...
Oh those moments are so alive and fulfilling when one is one with the master. . Nothing is to be asked for.. The 'Me' from everything just get absorbed in HIM, by itself and just what remains is 'HIM'.
Not borrowed from bookish words ,from one's own inner space , where the flowers of gratefulness have blossomed, one sees that -What to ask for, so much has been given already ,so much that the urge for EveryTHING just vanishes..
Gratefulness just flows ,with no source and no destination ,it seems like it is meant for whatever comes in the way, one finds himself grateful.
Grateful ,as he just looks into your eyes, or he skips just your eyes, either way, One is blissed.
That is HE !
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