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Everything is silent and empty with no beginning and no end
But in the silence there is a distant voice the voice of a long lost friend
The voice is pure and full of love it’s calling out my name
I don’t remember you I say when is it that you came?
I have been here from the start it said and will remain till the end
You are in need of my help your soul I have come to mend
What is your name? I replied and how is it you found me
How did you know my heart is broken and my soul has lost its beauty?
I am nameless and formless it replied and I have no dwelling place
Every night as you sleep you ask for my embrace
Is it you I have been searching for and longing for from birth?
Is it you I have thirsted for since I arrived on this earth?
Every cell I am created from and every particle I see
Is constantly calling you here and you’ve finally come to me
I haven’t come to you it said I’ve been here from the start
You searched the universe for me but never searched your heart
Then all of a sudden I understood the unity of heaven, earth and sea
I realised that all along I was having a conversation with me.
Poetry is the language of the mystic. Here are my attempts at speaking this language.