Featured Poetry — 08 October 2018

A poem by Abhi.

flying bird

Just a gentle invitation
To wake up from this sleep
From a man of deep compassion
Whose journey is complete.

There’s a fire burning in our hearts
Bright as any guiding star
As we travel on this timeless path
To find, who we really are.

State of Grace,
State of Grace.
Let it be.
Let me see.
In sweet surrender.

State of Grace,
State of Grace.
Let it be.
Set me free.
In love.

Moments of beauty,
Moments of tears,
When we find the power
And intensity
To feel and face our fears.

When we fly fly high
And keep our courage strong,
When we find the greatest healing
In our silence and our song.

State of Grace,
State of Grace.
Let it be.
Let me see.
In sweet surrender.

State of Grace,
State of Grace.
Let it be.
Set me free.
In love.

Just a silent invitation
To wake up from this sleep,
From this man of deep compassion
Whose journey is complete.

There’s a fire burning
In our hearts
Bright as any guiding star,
As we travel on this timeless way
To find –
Who we really are.

2017

AbhiPoem by Abhi (Sw Deva Abhinandan)

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