The Beast Of My Prayers
The secret hidden in transgression, is the lover lost in translation.
Something is lurking around my presence, Almost so close, yet absolutely invisible. What is it? I sat with it for some waking hours, Threw a bone or two, but it doesn’t respond.
Is it sadness? Is it grief? Is it a deprived emotion? Is it an inspiration? Nothing—it responds to nothing.
Senseless, yet I sense it, Dancing around my orbit — playing hide and seek. For now, I will leave it be. Revelation will come in its own time. Until then, I shall call it the hidden beast.
Beast
Be not dormant even in wait. Ask for salvation from this confusion. The guidance comes in waves — “Delve with the beast within, dance to its music, dwell in its confusion, and pray for its song. The orchestra of the mind will teach you the symphony of its steps.”
And then, one fine evening, the revelation came—like a letter lost to time, like a beloved lost to war, showing up unannounced at the door. The joy of such a revelation captivates not just the soul, but eternity itself.
This evening, as I lay myself to bed,
I witness the self outside of its reality.
Here, on this gravity-less ground,
Outside of time and space,
I witness the eternal serenity.
In this moment of life,
I AM exactly where I want to be.
There is no fight, no war
In my reality.
There is no fear, no apocalypse.
How, in such a glimpse of impermanence,
I watch this life, free of hurdles,
Filled with joy.
Two pupils—love unconditional—
Pouring down on me.
And in this ethereal moment of silence,
I know I AM my prayers,
Living the prayed reality.
December, 2024
