Vatsala connects with her inner self, the divine core, and seeks strength from the off-white light. A poem of peace and prayer exclusively for Different Truths.
I close the mundane blurred eyes,
Within seconds, open the inner eyes, all-bright,
Now I can see some light off-white
It’s neither linear, nor spherical
but homogeneous, continuous, undoubtedly eternal.
To the off-white light
that generates the universe generously
now connects the subtlest, the minutest part
I have no fears,
I feel no anger,
I don’t have vain questions
To the Divine I feel closer,
I dwell in a realm genuinely safer.
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