And one day, when you will become soft like wax,
My thread of life will pass through you, and
Out of the passion and compassion of the time
Your one end will get lit
And the spread of Light through you will bring joy--
But the jealousy will hover on you and the moths will burn alive.
But you will keep on--
Melting and burning and spreading the Light,
Knowing that on the base of you
God is waiting to embrace you and to merge you in Infinity.
When
one day you will love me and become known to me
And in
that knowledge when I will forget
The meaning
of life and your image--
You will
exist no more,
And that
is the state of experience in consciousness:
Then
God wants you and you don't want God,
The face
value of every human is mostly not like that of an adult,
Because
that inner being has never tried
To merge
with the outer being.
In the
depth of my heart there is a beat.
Sometimes
I hope against hope that there will be common moments of life
When
neither you will talk, nor listen
But will
enjoy the experience of the voice
Which
comes through my heart,
Through
my beat.
And when
our vibration will merge
We may
be in a position to experience
The ecstasy
of Undying Self.
This poem is published in the book "The Master's Touch," published
by Kundalini Research Institute, 1997, page 221. Please click here to order it. 
