surrender

awakening

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let the mist uplift
so tears can dry
and smiles can bloom

drop your ego
surrender

nothing is worth more
than love

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radiant

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my dreams
how beautifully
they glow
softly burning
at your altar

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unravel

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as you slowly reveal
me to myself
through every experience
may I only become
a heart that bleeds love
a soul that pours light

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Beloved
let me stay with you
for a little longer

the veil has uplifted
and the mist has dissolved
it is in you
I wish to be lost

nurtured by sacred tears
the stillness within me
blooms
a silent collapse
from skin to soul
a quiet dip
in the ocean
of gratitude

I no longer remain me
when I am with you
stripped from time
in the place I belong
Beloved, there is no better taste
for which I have longed

my wings bud in ecstasy
and spirit surges
as every step I take
towards you
dissolves in your fragrance
and merges

let me run wild
through illumined fields
of eternal spring
and pure delight

consume me
make me whole
in this holy flight
of the soul

even after hours
of being one with the wind
you see, I lie only exalted
bathed in your Light

Beloved
let me stay content
for a little while

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trailing sweetness
of pure surrender
what shadows cannot touch

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charmed surrender

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wine
pours from your eyes
find me in the haze
helplessly intoxicated

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ambrosial nectar

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blessed are the moments when I am closer to you,
one with your song, neither you nor I remain

imbued in your fragrance, I leap forward to lose myself
to quench this unknown yet familiar thirst,
oh may it consume every little bit of me.

divine is that moment when your eternal peace sinks in
giving me sparkle wings and pouring down my soul,
it liberates me from this body
in no time I soar to heights beyond any wildest imagination

you ask why I await these moments with such eagerness
my dearest, who doesn’t want to feel alive
when they have been face to face with death at such a tender age
who doesn’t want to get a taste of what it feels like
to burn in the memory of their Beloved?
and isn’t the grass greener where it rains

love-crazed is my state, when this soul cries out to you
drenched in sweet-surrender,
and tending to an inner bud aspiring for a full bloom,
it desires nothing .. but the light of your sheer Presence