I came to you today

sat in lotus, listening

for the gentle whisper

of your presence.

I’d come here to this place

so many times before,

fought the chaos

of an unruly mind, hoping

just once, for the faintest

glimmer, the tiniest spark

of recognition.

I’d chant my Om 

so reverently, a sacred prayer

to you, willing it out

into the ether, then silent

I would await your reply.

And though you’d never answer,

or so it would seem,

I’d feel you watching, 

the observer, making sure

that in the silence, I would

know somehow, that I was in

a holy communion 

with my Self.


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